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wouldn’t be
moved, but she was damned if she’d just cave in. His fingers delicately parted
her swollen folds so she was spread open to his gaze. Serena felt exposed in a
way she’d never experienced before and it excited her intensely. She couldn’t
cover herself or hide her desire in any way. She was bare to him, literally and
figuratively.
    Damien leaned in and lightly began to nibble at her cunt
lips as if she were a fine delicacy. She mewled helplessly and tossed her head.
Her hips bucked. He lifted his head but continued to stimulate her with his
forefinger.
    “Who do you belong to, Serena?”
    She shook her head.
    “Are you my bitch?”
    “No!”
    He flicked his tongue lightly against the underside of her
clit and she moaned. “Are you mine, Serena?”
    She continued to shake her head, and he continued to torment
her. Over and over, he brought her to the brink of release, always leaving her
on the edge. She felt like an overwound wire but, God, it felt good. She wanted
more. She wanted to come, but she also wanted him to ratchet up the tension
until she couldn’t take any more.
    “Oh God, Damien. Please… ”
    “Please what, Serena?”
    She tensed when she felt his two fingers at the entrance to
her pussy. She tried to spread her thighs wider to encourage him, but she
didn’t have enough play in the ties he’d used. She was completely at his mercy,
and he had none. She sighed when his lips grazed her nipple through the black
lace of her bra. She opened her eyes and met his. He flicked her rigid nipple
with his tongue.
    “Damien…” she whispered.
    “Who do you belong to, Serena. Just admit it and I’ll mount
you the way you long to be taken.”
    She shook her head. Damien slipped two fingers just inside
her cunt. She sighed.
    “Are you my bitch, Serena?” he asked gently, his fingers
inching into her tight, wet slit.
    “I can’t!” Her cry seemed ripped from her. She wanted him
and she didn’t. She couldn’t tell what was up and what was down.
    “Yes, you can.” He caught the edge of her bra with his teeth
and tugged the fabric off first one breast then the other, leaving them framed
in black silk, and groaned. “You’re so incredibly sexy.” His voice was husky,
and she could see a flush rising in his cheeks. Serena wasn’t the only one who
was aroused, thank God.
    “Fuck me, Damien. You know you want to. Lower your zipper
and plunge your cock deep inside my wet pussy,” she whispered to him. If Damien
could taunt her, she could return the favor. He growled at her, obviously
wanting to shut her up. Serena clenched her pussy muscles on his searching
fingers. They felt so good buried inside her. “Imagine that’s your cock,
Damien. Imagine my muscles milking it. Clasping around it.”
    Serena demonstrated by tightening again. His eyes closed and
he tensed. His hips started to dry hump the air. He was so close to losing
control and just taking her, she only had to find the right button to press and
he would. She leaned her head forward and licked a drop of sweat from his
temple. Damien grunted and his fingers pressed down inside her. She sighed and
lifted her hips. He smelled incredible, and the taste was even better. Serena
wanted to lick that stunning body from top to bottom, and then do an extended,
scenic tour of the very impressive landmarks.
    He abruptly pulled his fingers out of her and stepped back.
She roared at him, and a slow smile spread on his face. “Oh no, sweetheart. You
won’t catch me that easy. But it was a damn good try.”
    He shrugged out of his jacket and dropped it to the floor.
Then he loosened his tie but left it draped around his neck. Damien began to
give her a lesson in how to “strip like you really mean it”, and he was a very
good teacher. Serena bit her lip as he reached up, his hands damp with her
juices, to ease a button loose. She sighed as he slowly loosened a second one.
Even his throat was sexy. She caught just a glimpse of hair where his