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going. I'd tasted and licked and fingered that
sweetness between your legs too much to ignore it now. I tugged on
your hips and dropped down onto you, sliding into you until our
bodies were locked together.
    I grabbed your hips and rocked you,
coaxing your ass higher into the air, making you take in every inch
of me. You whimpered under your breath, and I knew the ties were
stretching you to the point of discomfort. I tried to ease off, but
it was getting harder to stop.
    "You’re a tight little
fuck, you know it? I'm going to finish way up inside you, so you
feel me good. Before I do, I'm going to hear you beg for it. I’m
going to hear you scream. Beg me, Jenna."
    Your answer was to push hard against
me, driving me in deeper, but I didn't hear the words I wanted. I
reached under and pinched your ass hard, making you
squeal.
    "I'm not kidding, you
stubborn little bitch. I'm not saying this to hear myself talk. Beg
me to fuck you."
    At first I couldn't make
out the words, but when I gave your ass another hard pinch, I heard
what you were saying. "Speak up, I can't hear you. What did you
say?"
    "I said, please fuck me. I
want it…I need it. Please fuck me. Please."
    Finally, the words I'd
longed to hear. I dug into your ass harder, my hands starting to
leave red marks of heat on your skin.
    "Louder, you little whore.
Speak up," I ordered.
    To encourage you, my free
hand went between your legs, rubbing it in firm, teasing circles,
flicking the hard little tightness against my
fingertips.
    "God…yes…please…please
fuck me…Jesus, that feels so good…don’t stop…"
    The rest was more of the
same, but no less sweet to my ears. The language your body spoke as
it thrashed and bucked under me was ancient and primitive,
understood across time and cultures without end.
    There was a low, burring
sound that I couldn’t quite place. When one of your legs wrapped
tightly around my waist, I understood. It was the sound of a very
expensive silk tie ripping beyond repair.
    "Goddamn, you’re strong."
I took your face in my hands and held you for my kiss. Your tongue
met mine with equal passion, probing and gentle.
    "Yes, I am," you murmured
into my mouth, then that well-shaped, muscular leg was pulling me
into you as deep as you could. Underneath me I felt your body
grinding, working me the way a seasoned stripper might work a
pole.
    "How close are you,
Jenna?" I asked for the second time tonight. I hoped the answer was
"very." I didn’t know how much longer I could last.
    "I already came a little,"
you admitted as you trapped me in your churning, delicious heat.
"But I could go again."
    "You little bitch!" I
couldn’t help laughing at the one-up-on you smile that curled your
lips. "That was nothing, a warm-up. You haven’t taken the whole
ride."
    I curled my fingers in
your hair, holding your head and forcing your eyes to stay locked
with mine. "All the way. Do it with me, Jenna. Do it. Right when
you feel me cum."
    Mercilessly I pounded into
you. When you woke tomorrow, you would know that you'd been used.
Claimed. Marked as my own.
    Your eyes began to widen, your mouth
opening in a dazed, here-it-comes-again expression. I increased the
pace, trying to catch up, feeling the rush roaring through
me.
    "Last part of the game,
Jenna," I gasped. "Say my name when you go. Or I’ll stop and not
let you finish. You understand?" I stopped, pressing you down hard.
My balls groaned at the delay, but I heard the answering moan from
you, too.
    "What should I call you?"
Your voice trembled.
    I smiled down into your
eyes, feeling the mischief in my own. "How about Master? Yeah, I
like the sound of that. Call me your Master, Jenna."
    "I’ve never called anyone
that. I’m not going to start tonight." Your words were defiant, but
wild desire strained your body under mine.
    I began to move my hips in
slow rotations against you, touching every secret inch inside of
you. It was torture, but worth it as I felt you trying to make me
move faster,