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with her, he added, “Now ask me to touch your pussy. Tell me what you want.”
    She frowned. She scowled.
    “You admitted you’re a modern woman. That means you’re allowed to ask for anything you desire.”
    “Touch me,” she said.
    “Where?”
    “My pussy. Finger my clit.”
    “So eager,” he said against her ear. “I’ll do anything to satisfy you.” He slid his index finger between her slick folds. “You are turned on.”
    She arched towards him, silently seeking more.
    “What part turned you on the most? Is it the fact you’re mostly naked in Damien’s sunroom?” He slowly began to tease her pussy. “Or was it from the tiny taste of pain when I pulled your hair or hurt your nipples? Or the fact that my hand is between your legs while you’re shamelessly humping me?”
    “I’m not!”
    “You are, and I appreciate it enough to reward you for it.”
    “Please…”
    “I love the way you beg, little sub.”
    “I’m not a sub.”
    “Tonight, you are.”
    “Just tonight,” she warned. She moved her hips in time with his motions. She wrapped a hand around his neck.
    “You were told earlier to keep your hands at the small of your back,” he reminded her. “In future you’ll be bound. For tonight, you’ll just be punished.”
    “Marcus!”
    “My commands aren’t a request,” he said, ceasing his movements.
    He waited the thirty seconds until she got into the appropriate position before he resumed stroking her. Then he reached behind her, securing both her wrists in one of his hands, offering a taste of what she could expect when they partnered up again.
    “Oh… I want to come,” she said, sounding somewhat surprised by the admission.
    “Not yet,” he told her. “Think about what I’m doing to you and how much I like to touch you. Think about anything except the powerful orgasm I’m going to give you. I’m going to slide a finger into your hot cunt.”
    She rose onto her tiptoes.
    He entered her, then he licked the column of her throat, biting near her collarbone.
    She groaned.
    He slid his finger out, then back in, adding a second.
    “So good,” she murmured.
    He tormented her relentlessly, feeling the slickness of her pussy. She was more aroused than he’d imagined she might be, and she delighted him.
    “I want to come,” she said again, grinding her toes into the hardwood floor.
    “I want to come, Sir ,” he said. He moved his hand faster, trying to work her into a sensual frenzy. With his grip, he brought her a bit closer to him.
    “I want to come, Sir,” she repeated.
    “Please,” he prompted.
    “Sir, I want to come. Please.”
    She was wriggling desperately, pleasing him with the scent and dampness of her arousal.
    “Please? Please, please, please!”
    He found her G-spot. He finger-fucked her hard. “Now,” he said.
    “Oh, God!” she cried out.
    “That’s a girl,” he murmured against her ear as she rode the raw carnality of her orgasm. “You’re a sexy submissive. You’ve pleased me greatly.”
    For several minutes, he soothed her with his touch, his kisses. He rubbed her damp skin. When she’d stopped shuddering, he held her close, her head tucked beneath his chin. Protective feelings driving him, he moved her towards the couch. He sat and eased her onto his lap, then wrapped her in a fluffy blanket.
    She stayed cocooned there longer than he thought she might.
    He liked having her there, inhaling the scent of her shampoo—some sort of floral blend—and feeling her warmth next to him.
    When she started to pull away, looking at the floor for her clothes, he put a hand on her skull and tipped her head back. “I’m not quite finished with you.”
    “Oh?”
    Damn, she was so appealing, wide-eyed, expectant, slightly apprehensive, but with a hint of a rebellion in the single word. “There’s the matter of your punishment. And because it’s your first time, I’ll allow you to choose the implement.”
    She blinked.
    “You were instructed to keep