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that far. It might give the other an exaggerated sense of their worth or prowess.
    Tom paused while she recovered, then resumed the slow in-and-out motion while continuing to tease her nipples. She could sense him trying to hold back, and she decided that she would work on him as he was working on her. She tightened and relaxed around him as he probed her, feeling the contractions in his cock as he pulled himself back from the verge several times.
    She was satisfied that she could give him as good a ride as she was getting, and that was very good indeed. She wondered why she had held back so long from trying this man out, realising that she had missed a great deal by holding on to her position of dominance. She felt him tense inside her and knew he was about to come. Her own orgasm had crept up on her as well, and they finished almost together, Tom’s breath hot against her face as he hunched himself, driving deeply into her. Her own cries were forced from her as she came, jerking wildly at the ropes that bound her wrists to the headboard.
    Afterwards he lay beside her, holding her in his arms with his face buried in her hair, letting her come down gradually. Harriet was glad he didn’t speak. There weren’t that many things one could say, and speech, she felt, would somehow diminish the event. Also, she might blurt out something she’d rather not have him know. It was going to be hard to go back to the game of slave and mistress after this, but she had nothing else to offer at the moment. Time, that’s what they needed. Time to get used to being lovers. Maybe she would relax a bit . . .
    Of course she wouldn’t, Harriet told herself firmly. Tom would pay for this later. This was a breach of all the rules she had imposed at their first session – rules he’d agreed to. Until now he’d given every sign of enjoying the game of mistress and slave, and that wasn’t something that could change overnight. Her whole life, her livelihood even, was based on being the decisive one, the dominant one. If she surrendered to anyone, her clients were bound to notice the change in her, and she would lose them. So Tom would have to be put in his place as soon as she had the opportunity.
    Harriet was honest enough with herself to realise that she had been the indirect cause of Tom’s actions. She had taunted him and beaten him, and forced him to look at her while denying his obvious desire to touch her and have sex with her. Despite the arrangement they had, he was still a normal man, with normal desires and tolerances. She had been intent on driving him to those tolerances, and then deliberately going beyond them. She herself didn’t know when – or even if – she had planned to let him have her. She had been too wrapped up in the game of power to think of ending it, and her clients returned to her for her decisiveness and self-control. Tom had stayed with her for the same reason. She had exceeded his limits without thinking of him, and this was the result.
    Despite her own enjoyment, she still wasn’t ready to give up her position of dominance, although she had been made newly aware of what she had been denying herself. Now they would have to evolve a new relationship, and that might not be easy, at least not for her.
    Later, she told herself, postponing the difficult decision. Harriet wondered if he would have her again. She didn’t know if she had the strength left for that – or if he had enough nerve. But as long as Tom kept her bound, she didn’t have to make any decisions. She warned herself that that could become a habit all too easily. It was the attitude she inculcated in her clients, so that they allowed her to do what she liked to them without demur. But just now she was tired. Sleep seemed like a good idea. If nothing else it was an escape from the need to decide her future course of action. As she drifted off she was pleasantly aware of the warmth of Tom’s breath on her face and of his hands on her