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inviting him silently to take, to have , as the only sound which came from between her supple, pillow-soft lips was one long, slow, drawn-out moan after another. Marissa's daydreams were more sensual, more arousing, than anything she had ever directly experienced herself…and with the aid of her new “best friend,” things were only just getting started. She could feel it…imagining it all as a slow buildup to something spectacular, an Earth-shaking crescendo, and if the bed was still in one piece by the time all was said and done she was going to be terribly disappointed.
    Five…and his hands were joined by his lips, as they gently worked their way along smooth, unblemished skin, drawing furrows ahead of their deceptively playful kisses as the ocean might rise and fall in the advance and wake of a passing ship. His teeth nibbled playfully at the softness of her skin, drawing slow, reluctant gasps of surprise, and ultimately giggles, as she was helpless and unable to defend against the playful teasing, so deceptive though it might be in anticipation of things to come. He would let that anticipation rise and build, her beautiful stranger; he would show her, moment by moment, what every last precious inch of her gorgeous body was capable of doing for her, and he would instruct her—teach her—as to a sense of her own beauty…not through empty words and thoughtless, habitual gestures, pre-planned and programmed into a schedule of anniversaries and special occasions, but in random moments, coupled with the lessons of the bedroom as to just what her body was capable of feeling.
    He would show her her own beauty by making her feel it, raising her to a level of fierce and glowing satisfaction that could not come from anything ugly. He would do for her what every woman longed for, but so few were ever so fortunately graced as to receive: he would make her feel beautiful without ever uttering the word. It would not be needed. It would not be wanted; to hear it would be to shatter the moment—better to make her body like the sea, and her nerves like a forest on fire, and her cries like the wind through the mountaintops. Stark, undeniable, ferocious.
    Beautiful. Undeniably, perfectly, beautiful.
    Mar turned the vibration setting up to six…and it struck her in waves , as she took the item in deeper, and let it touch her in a place that sent electricity like sparks racing along her legs, her spine, forcing her into a triumphal arch to celebrate a victory… his victory; at this level, it was all about him, and she was clay to be molded to suit his idea, to allow him to penetrate, to shape to his whim. Her beauty was his, and all the pleasure in the world, and she had only the ability to conform to whatever shape and proportion the waves of fiery, burning passion racing along her flesh permitted her as he would, most certainly, take her…slowly at first, but then faster…and harder…and deeper , escalating over time, constantly pushing her boundaries as she thought with each passing moment that she could take only as much as what she was getting, just then, and that only barely…and certainly no more … No more…
    Six was when the blindfold was put in place, black cloth stretched and pulled gently, smoothly over her eyes, but there would be no gag; her cries would fill the room, flow throughout it, raise goosebumps on his flesh as well as on her own; cries of fear, of pleasure, and impassioned pain as his hands struck with expert firmness on her arched and shapely ass, striking it…turning it slowly red, lighting it on fire as he thrust into her from the front, letting her feel every part of her body burning as he gripped either firm, athletically toned cheek with his fingers, then dug them in…nails, biting, and squeezed…
    Seven…and her perky, standing breasts, firm and round and tipped with hard, hot nipples, throbbing with pleasure, would feel the merciless sting of his crop, the firm leather tip slapping against