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you suggest, slave,
how we can relax?”
    “ I’m sure you have many
more suggestions, master.”
    “ True.” He captured her
mouth in a quick, hard kiss. “Perhaps….” He scanned the contents of
the room, his eyes lighting when he spotted her old manacles, now
neatly placed next to a wall. He walked over and picked up a pair,
weighing them in his hands. At least they weren’t too heavy. And
they would only be on her for an hour at the most.
    “ Put your hands behind your
back.” She obeyed, and he secured her in a loose but inescapable
hold. Once restrained, he took his time stroking her breasts
through the material of her top, the thin layer of cloth
accentuating the eroticism of his actions. Before too long, he saw
her erect nipples pushing against the gauzy indigo. He skimmed her
body with his hands as he knelt before her and heard her breath
catch in her throat.
    Slowly, he took a nipple into his
mouth and suckled on it, the smooth wetness of his tongue joining
the roughness of the textile, his hands tightening on her as she
sighed and buckled against his lips. He moved to the second breast,
leaving the first to rub against a patch of wet texture. She leaned
into him, trying to push herself further into his mouth, moaning
her encouragement, and he was happy to oblige, grabbing her full
breasts in his hands, rubbing them with hard strokes before
grabbing the edges of her neckline and ripping the material in two.
Now Asha’s breasts were only partially covered, a nipple
occasionally emerging from indigo folds as she breathed.
    He ignored them now, licking her flat
abdomen with its slight, sexy mound, then moving further down,
pulling her pants to the floor and kissing around her triangle of
copper curls. Her scent was musky and intoxicating, and he
stiffened the tip of his tongue, forcing it between her legs,
hearing her gasp above him as he reached the button of her
clitoris. He flicked his tongue back and forth and, with a whimper,
felt Asha shifting, moving her legs apart, allowing him
access.
    Taking one callused finger, he thrust
it into her wetness, feeling her grasp against his digit. He
withdrew and moved his hands around to her buttocks, licking at her
clitoris again while he spread her cheeks and ran the tip of his
moist finger around the tip of her anus, holding her firm as she
bucked against him. With deliberation, he applied more pressure
with his finger, sinking it into her while she cried out. He knew
he could make her come then and release her lubrication over his
mouth in seconds, but that wasn’t what he wanted.
    Deftly, he turned her and pushed her
down until her breasts and head brushed the floor, leaving her
backside elevated and open to his erect shaft. Gathering her pants
in one fist, he ripped them off her and threw them away from
him.
    “ Do you know what I’d like
now, slave? Can you guess?”
    Wordlessly, she moved her knees
apart.
    Bending over her, he licked the spot
his finger had just vacated, circling her pale anal rosette with
the tip of his tongue, tasting its sourness. At the same time, he
inserted one finger into her soaking wet vagina, then withdrew it
and inserted two. She gasped. Withdrew and inserted three. She
shouted muffled cries into the carpet.
    Then he straightened and guided his
stiff penis into her wetness. Once in position, he licked his thumb
and placed his left hand at the apex of her backside, slowly
inserting his wet finger into her other opening, stopping while she
cried and shuddered against him, then starting again when her
spasms subsided. When his second knuckle was fully embedded, he
paused, letting her convulsions ripple against him.
    “ Do you like that?” he
asked softly.
    Her answer was half-cry, half-sobbed
confession. “Yes master ... oh please, master. Please take me.
Please take me.” To emphasize her words, she moved against him,
impaling herself even further on his cock. “Please,” she sobbed
faintly. “Please.”
    With his free hand