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  Her breasts flattened against his chest, those hard nipples stabbed him. She distracted him almost completely as she leaned into the kiss. He drew her arms from behind her back where she had been clutching them desperately, to place them around his neck. Her fingers sank immediately into his thick hair, while her body began to shift and rub against him.

  His hands drifted down her back. He lazily caressed the cheeks of her curvy ass as she moaned into his mouth. One of his hands snaked down to grab the bladder hanging there so temptingly. He gave it two swift squeezes and felt her thighs clench to lift her up off his lap as the dildo inside her increased in size. He chuckled into her mouth. Prin moaned. His other hand gripped her hip to hold her still while he squeezed again.

  The need to dominate her demanded that she accept this as he directed her. She trembled but remained where he wanted her this time. He never broke the kiss while he manipulated her ass plug.

  His fingers rimmed her back entrance, tracing the fat head of the plug teasingly, before moving further under her to find her dripping cunt begging for attention. His forearm forced the thick plug tightly into her as his fingers explored her slick folds. She eagerly pressed down onto his hand.

  With his thumb buried in her tight little pussy, the four fingers above it spread out to push her outer lips open. Two of his fingers captured her fat little clit between them and began a sawing motion, squeezing as he toyed with her. Instantly, her hips rocked on his hand as moisture flowed down his thumb into his palm.

  Excitement hummed through her as her hands no longer petted, but tightly clutched him. Her lower body undulated, riding his fingers as she ate his mouth. Now it was her tongue that plunged deeply into his mouth as she moaned. Fire licked up her every nerve ending. At last, he’d touched her where she needed it. Prin trembled again. His plucking, rubbing fingers drove her wild as he thrust his thick thumb up her engorged, needy cunt. Every action leading up to this insistent finger-fucking had readied her to a peak of unbearable sensitivity. Coupled with his masterful kiss, Prin willingly lost all control. The rise to orgasm was swift and intense.

  Abruptly the fingers that strummed her silky folds stopped. A large hand at her hip locked her in place, restraining her firmly while her body demanded she ride those tantalizing fingers. His mouth pulled away from her lips and she groaned harshly, dropping her forehead to his chest and gulping air noisily, quivering from the near release.

  His hand slid out from between her legs and trailed up to the small of her back. Breathing deeply, he smoothed both hands up her sides to drag her upper body off his chest. Sitting her up straight and a little further back on his lap, he gazed down at her. Enjoying the fact that with her thighs draped open over his spread legs she was forced to give him a lovely view of her swollen pussy. He dipped his head to look into her downcast eyes.

  “Look at me, pet.” The deep rumble of his command brought her gaze to his eyes. She panted in frustration and struggled to focus on him. A little half-smile ticked his mouth up and crinkled around his eyes as he watched her get it together.

  “Now seems like a good time to talk about naughty little girls who don’t do as they’re told, who talk out of turn and stop the Dom from doing as he pleases, don’t you think?”

  Her eyes widened and lost all their fogginess. She sat there, literally hanging between his hands as he gripped her gently under her armpits. Swallowing nervously, her head nodded in consent. Licking suddenly dry lips, she regarded him silently.

  “Since you have so much trouble controlling yourself, pet, you force me to teach you control in the little time we have here. Lucky for you, I am prepared to do that. Not having an orgasm just now doesn’t even come close to what you’ve earned, now does it?”

  His face lost all humor as he regarded her repentant diminutive self. She shook her head negatively, not attempting to explain or defend herself.

  Chapter Three

  Rising easily to his feet, he stood her in front of him.

  “Take the spread off the bed, fold it and put it on the chest,” he directed.

  She hurriedly turned to comply. The beautiful raw-silk spread slipped easily into her arms. That’s when she saw the black leather straps hidden under it.

  There were three of them. Glossy black leather about four inches wide, snaking up from the floor. Two longer ones came up from the legs of the headboard on either side. A shorter one appeared in the middle of the bed from between the mattress and headboard. They lay there like silent threats against the white sheets.

  Nervously, Prin placed the now folded spread on the ornate chest at the foot of the bed. Then assumed her original stance and waited for his instruction. The dildo bladder that hung from her ass bumped against the back of her thighs with each movement. He made her stand there until the bladder stopped swaying.

  “Get on the bed, pet, in the middle, face up.” His instructions were clipped but the cold tone had warmed from frigid to merely chilly.

  She scrambled up onto the huge bed, grace given up for speed in hopes of appeasing him just a little. Actually, she was filled with curious anticipation over those sinful straps. Grateful her only job was to get on the bed, anything more was beyond her. Her body sank into the plush pillows and obscenely expensive sheets, her large eyes riveted on him again as she awaited his bidding.

  “Good girl. Now put your hands above your head and cross your wrists. That’s it,” he murmured in approval as the bed dipped with his added weight. He knelt beside her to secure her wrists to the center strap.

  Her head turned toward him and she found his dick was lined up with her mouth. Prin stared at it hungrily as he leaned over her securing her hands. Glancing down at her, he grinned and arched his hips so the head of his semi-hard cock rubbed against her lips. She opened her mouth immediately to take him in.

  He only meant to tease her when he noticed her fascination. Yet, as her lips engulfed the bulb of his cock, he knew he was lost. No thought of teasing remained as he looked down at the sight. He swung a leg over her head to straddle her face. Large hands gripped the headboard above her as powerful thighs pumped his inflamed shaft into that hot, willing mouth.

  She’d no option but to close her lips tightly around him and suck the heavy cock that was jammed into her mouth. His balls slapped her chin as he grunted over her. Greedy eyes drank in the sight of her face fucked into the pillow while her arms were restrained above her. This position created a “cage” where she could neither turn aside nor pull back from him. He didn’t try to make her take the whole thing as his thighs powered the engorged cock into her mouth. The inner aggressive creature found almost uncontrollable pleasure in this forceful face-fuck. Its complete dominance of the one woman on the planet who was wholly his was like a drug. The primal need to impress upon her that he alone owned her ass was an unquenchable hunger. He came quickly, shooting searing ropes of cum down her throat as his legs trembled from the fierce release.

  He pulled out of her mouth after she’d swallowed every drop and cleaned his shaft again. The beast wasn’t satisfied yet. He leaned further forward and rested his balls on her lips. She again opened her mouth dutifully and began licking and sucking them, lapping up the sweat and musk of his most private flesh. His wet, semi-hard cock lay across her forehead as she ministered to his large balls. She licked around them, over them and sucked each one into her mouth for as long as he presented them. Unblinking eyes watched her.

  The raw visual was intensely gratifying. His woman would take him however he pleased. All remnants of the civilized man he’d pretended to be seemed to have fled the room some time ago. The beast that remained was appeased by her actions. It wasn’t so much what she did as it was her unhesitating willingness to do it. He’d never been so basely demanding of a woman. This need to demonstrate dominance in all things was the beast’s response to time constraints. His desperate craving for her submission and acceptance of his unconditional right to all of her. The civilized man he’d once been, who’d apparen
tly retreated to the hallway, shook his head in dazed amazement at what the beast demanded of his mate.

  Pulling away from her, he sank down on the bed beside her. One arm rested across his tightly closed eyes, hiding them as he sucked in a deep breath and tried to regain some small measure of control. He needed to take care of her better than this. Not exactly sorry for what had transpired so far, but still, she was small and delicate. She had to trust in his care of her as well. It took several minutes before he could turn onto his side and gaze at her seriously.

  Her lips were puffy and swollen from taking him twice orally, and now her nose was red from being pressed into his crotch. Her body vibrated with arousal as it flowed like glowing cream down the bed beside him. However, her thighs were pressed tightly together.

  “Do you need the bathroom?” he murmured quietly.

  She glanced at him, blushing furiously and nodded.

  He reached up and released her hands with a flick of his wrist. Sitting up, he gently pulled her arms down, rubbing lightly to get the circulation going. Taking her by the hand, they rolled off the bed and padded across the room to another set of double doors. He led her into the massive bathroom.

  It was done in black marble tile with burgundy accents. The towels hanging from heated brass racks were thick, Turkish burgundy. Across the room, raised by two steps, was a huge tub. In the corner, a glassed-in shower with impressive fittings gleamed warmly. The main wall housed a long vanity with three sinks and mirrors that reached the ten-foot ceiling. Against the opposite wall sat a toilet, urinal beside it and finally a bidet. Her hand still in his, he led her to the toilet.

  “Here we go, pet. Don’t forget to grab your tail so it doesn’t get wet.” He grinned at her and stepped over to the urinal.

  She stood there in shock and watched him adjust to that wide masculine stance as he took care of business.

  He looked at her. “Come on, babe. If I get done first, you’ll lose your chance. Hop to it.”

  Blinking twice, she realized he wasn’t going to leave her alone to take care of this most private chore. Nor did he expect her to be bothered by his bodily function either. Quickly, she reached back and grabbed the hose, and sat down. Nothing happened.

  Her face flushed as she glanced up at him. He wouldn’t even give her the privacy of looking away. He was watching her. No smile or smirk crossed his face as he calmly finished and flushed. Turning to the vanity, he went to the middle sink. At last, with his back to her, she gained the release of fluid she needed so desperately. Prin purposely refused to think about the huge mirrors that still afforded him a clear view of the entire room.

  Quickly wiping, she joined him at the sinks to wash her hands.

  While washing he took a soapy hand and sluiced it down his cock, sliding over the head several times then leaned forward rinsing both hands and cock in the sink. Swiftly drying off he turned toward her and spread his towel out on the counter between them.

  Once she’d dried her hands, he lifted her by the waist and deposited her on the towel. Lifting each of her legs, he placed the heels wide apart on the countertop. This bent leg position showcased her cunt for him as he snagged a washcloth and ran warm water over it.

  “Lean back on your hands, Baby Girl,” he directed as he added a little soap to the washcloth. She leaned back obediently while he gently ran the soapy cloth down her thigh. Reaching down with one hand, two fingers deftly held her cunt open as he carefully pressed the cloth into the soft furrows of her sex. Each sensitive fold carefully cleaned, he then rinsed the cloth and brought it back to her, thoroughly rinsing off the soap.

  It wasn’t exactly clinically done, but there was a casual economy to his actions that conveyed the impression of a man performing a duty he loved. The gentle cleaning rattled her. The intimate nature of the chore denied any possibility of it being called polite. There was nothing polite about his attention to the details of her body. It was raw, primal ownership. Was this how he treated every woman? Somehow, she didn’t think so.

  Once patted dry, he cupped her private flesh with his whole hand and gave it a little squeeze. His action conveyed praise. As if her acceptance of his care was somehow noteworthy. He lifted her off the counter and grabbed her hand again to stroll out of the bathroom.

  By the closet, they drew to a halt and he gave a little tug so she faced him. He framed her face with his hands and dropped a kiss on her nose.

  “I bet you’re thirsty, too, maybe a bit hungry?” The smile on his sinfully handsome face could only be called tender as he looked down at her. She nodded again.

  “Supper will be here soon,” he assured her, and opened the closet to draw out one of his dress shirts.

  “Here, put this on. It should cover everything.” He grinned at her and helped her into it. The shirt came to her knees and she had to roll up the sleeves repeatedly to get her hands out. He buttoned it up with single-minded concentration.

  “I don’t want the poor bastard delivering supper to have heart failure,” he joked gently. Then continued more intensely while he shrugged into a robe from the closet.

  “Besides, I never share. Anything. What’s mine is only mine.” His deep voice vibrated with something she didn’t understand. “What happens between us is private in every way, Baby Girl. You never have to worry about me sharing. I never learned how and I don’t plan to.”

  Her brow wrinkled adorably as she listened. He sighed deeply at the perplexed expression. Here he was talking about “always” and she was still at “only tonight”. That beautiful face turned up to him did not know it looked into the soul of a man who’d never be alone again. She was about to figure it out though.

  “We have a lot to talk about. First, why don’t you tell me what you need? Water? There is champagne in the other room if you would like?”

  “I need to come. Failing that, I guess water would do,” Prin calmly answered.

  He’d turned to head toward the sitting room as she replied, but her words whipped him around. First surprise, then something much darker flashed across his face.

  “Hmmm, you think you deserve an orgasm, do you, Baby Girl?” His tone was all Dom now as he surveyed her.

  “You asked me what I needed. I need that. Anything else is just a want…Sir.” Prin responded quietly.

  “I see,” he mused. “So you think to instruct me in the difference between needs and wants?” His disturbing expression left her in no doubt as to his opinion of that. She jerked her head negatively but didn’t speak.

  “Perhaps it’s a good time to help you understand what your needs really are, Baby Girl.” The deep tones of his voice were cold and clipped.

  He stalked back over to her. Wrapping a large palm securely around her upper arm, he firmly led her to the bed. On the way, he grabbed a large dildo from the dresser. He sat down on the side of the bed, dropping the wicked thing beside him.

  “Over my knees, pet! You know the position,” he barked in a harsh voice.

  She gulped but complied as quickly as she could. This was not what she’d meant! Her heart pounded in alarm as she draped herself over his legs. Real fear swamped her as his hard hand clasped the back of her neck and with a steady pressure he pushed it down so her body slid across his lap until she was bent fully at the hip. The tops of her thighs rested on the tops of his, her legs dangled awkwardly straight out behind her. Only her hands, braced over her head to the floor steadied her. The big hand left her neck to grab the dildo on the bed beside him. His other hand seized her thigh, gripping it high and on the inside, he jerked it against his abdomen. Her shirt was shoved up to the small of her back.

  “Spread that leg out, pet.” Coolly he watched her shift the free leg to balance on his knee. Again, cunt and ass were on display. He grabbed the plug bladder and gave it a swift squeeze. Prin gasped through the burn as her plug inflated.

  Two hard fingers rudely pushed open her outer cunt lips. The other hand positioned the large, wickedly ribbed dildo at its entrance. He sta
rted working it in while he held her open. It wasn’t easy. The dildo in her ass pressed her cunt walls in, limiting the available room for entry. She was barely wet after the cleaning in the bathroom. He grunted, as he had to twist the fat head to work it in her straining orifice.

  He didn’t attempt to excite her clit, caress her or ease the crude entrance in any way. Just twisted the dildo as he pressed it into her opening, forcing the invasion with enough pressure to be uncomfortable, but not tear her delicate membranes. He ignored her gasping cries and steadily worked it into her. When it was inserted a little over halfway, he stopped and left it there.

  He’d made sure her ass felt full and uncomfortable by inflating the plug even more. Now her cunt burned and strained around the enormous phallus. Prin’s body helplessly jerked causing the protruding end to bounce lewdly. Those two instruments jammed into her focused Prin’s entire attention on cunt and ass. She knew somewhere in her dazed mind that she should be screaming her head off. Why wasn’t she telling him what a damn asshole he was?

  “Now, pet. You can come anytime you like in the next five minutes,” he hissed between clenched teeth as he hauled her back to the center of his lap. Neither her hands nor feet touched the floor. One of his steely arms anchored her to him across the small of her back. Suddenly his hand landed on her ass. There was no reason for it to be the shock that it was. Except, he’d focused her attention on the dildos so completely that she’d forgotten this possibility. Hadn’t prepared for it. Each firm smack delivered a deep sting and caused the large plug in her ass to rub against the massive dildo in her cunt through the thin membrane separating them. Black lightning exploded through her and fired her body into overload with each increasingly sharp smack. Her emotional response to the sensations and situation was complete. He’d mixed her need for humiliation with unbelievably intense sexual domination.