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paths down her arms, across her shoulders, over her back and legs. There was no continuity to his pattern. He explored, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. Patricia shivered.
    “I’m going to take out the plug. I need you to relax.”
    A tug and it was gone. The sensation of fullness disappeared, leaving her feeling abandoned and empty. The wet sound of lotion being pumped caught her attention.
    Not once in fifteen years had he ever attempted to do anything like this. As he rubbed in the cream, his hands massaged and caressed. It was as erotic as it was tender, as sexy as it was sweet. Patricia felt truly loved and cherished for the first time in far too long.
    “Turn over.”
    He paid the same attention to the front of her body, lingering over her breasts, kneading them with care.
    When he finished, she felt like liquid. She could assume any shape he wanted. She would do anything he commanded. He brushed his finger over her lips, rubbing in her favorite lip balm.
    “Spread your legs, slave.”
    The narrowness of the table required her to bend her knees and drop her legs over the side. She liked that he called her “slave.” It was another name only he could use.
    He teased her folds with the same gentle pressure he had used on her back. Wetness smeared where he touched. The massage had done its job.
    “So wet, my slave. So wet for me.”
    She wanted him to press harder, to thrust his fingers inside and fuck her with them. He withdrew, and she held in a whimper of protest.
    He held his wet fingers to her lips. The musky scent of her arousal filled her nose. “Open, slave. Lick my fingers clean.”
    Patricia had never done anything of the sort before. Sure, she had given her share of blowjobs, but this was different. Uncertain as to whether or not she wanted to know her flavor, she opened her mouth. He slid his fingers inside, fucking her mouth with slow, even strokes.
    His eyelids fell to half-mast. She recognized the telltale sign of his arousal and sucked harder. The sweet-tart taste of her cream didn’t matter nearly as much as Justin’s reaction. If she could only push him over the edge, he would bend her over the side of the massage table and sink his cock into her empty pussy.
    Too soon, he withdrew his fingers. “Well done, slave. You might want to hang on to the table. This is going to hurt a bit.”
    Adrenaline pumped through her system. Just because she liked the pain didn’t mean she wasn’t a little afraid of it.
    He snagged something from the counter and turned his attention back to her pussy. “Beautiful,” he said. “You know, when we were younger, your pussy was a delicate pink color. Now it’s a bit darker. So are your nipples.” He glanced up at her face. “It’s sexy as hell, Trish. I’ve never told you that before, but it is.”
    Heat suffused her neck. She had noticed the changes, especially after each pregnancy, but she never knew what he thought about them. Part of her had wondered if he found her less attractive because if it. Now she knew.
    A gentle pinch on her clit chased all thoughts from her head. He was doing something she couldn’t see with the item he hadn’t shown her. The pinch grew sharper, squeezing her clit painfully. She yelped.
    “You’ll get used to it, my slave. Just like the nipple clamps.” He grinned and tweaked one nipple, turning it into a hard peak. “We’ll get back to those later.”
    Her nipples were still sore from their earlier imprisonment. He took her hand and tugged her into a sitting position. The pinching feeling shifted, and now something pulled as well. Moisture flooded from her pussy, and she knew she would leave behind a wet spot when she stood.
    “It’s weighted, my sweet. Whenever you move, you’re going to feel it. Stand up and bend over the table. It’s time for a bigger plug. I plan to be able to fuck you there before you fall asleep tonight.”
    He snagged something from a contraption on the counter. It took her a moment, but she