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remember when or how she’d simply stopped having fun, but now that it was back in her life, she wanted it all the time. Controlling this sexy man was as pleasurable as climaxing for her. It was kinky fun and her private secret … and it was the best part of her day.
    Claudia gently pushed him back onto the thin pillows. Grasping his shaft, she slowly began to stroke. She bent down and took him in her mouth, which made him groan. He slid his hands into her hair, and she grabbed his wrists, holding them down by his side while she sucked. He began to thrust faster into her mouth, and as his moans became low and gasping, she knew he was there. She simply pulled back, letting semen shoot helplessly onto his belly and chest. Without friction contact, he cried out and instinctively reached to finish himself off, but Claudia, hovering over him, used her leverage to keep his wrists pinned securely at his sides. She watched with cool fascination as his chest and throat and face beat bright red, veins popping out in his throat and arms, an expression of agony scrawled across his face.
    Finally his climax ended, but his penis was still ironhard, and he was nearly sobbing with frustration. Claudia giggled and kissed his mouth. “Sweet boy,” she cooed. “You are so beautiful when you’re hurting like that.”
    â€œOh my God …” Richard was speechless, in torment. He had climaxed, but not to completion. His whole body was confused and sensitized, infuriatingly still needing more release.
    Claudia stood up by the side of the bed, posing with her hands on her hips. “Where did you throw my panties?”
    â€œClaudia, please …”
    She found her nude satin underwear on the filthy carpet by the television and stepped into them.
    His expression pleaded with her to be reasonable. “You aren’t going to leave me like this …”
    She smiled. “Yes, I am. I have a life to return to. So do you, ostensibly.”
    He looked down at himself as if he could not comprehend the cruelty that had befallen him. Claudia wondered if he saw himself as she did. Adorable, sexy. There was simply nothing she enjoyed more than a man on the very cusp his ability to control himself.
    Claudia finished dressing, then collected her chic leather handbag from a horrid puce chair with torn stuffing bursting from the ragged seams. “I will call you tomorrow.”
    â€œOkay,” Richard replied huskily.
    â€œDon’t sulk.”
    â€œI’m not.” He allowed a soft smile to prove he was a good sport about Claudia’s casual cruelty.
    She blew him a kiss and sashayed out the door.
    Richard waited until he heard the low growl of her Mercedes engine and the tires crunching over shale as she piloted onto of the lot onto the highway. When he was sure she was gone, he gripped his penis and began to stroke himself. Just as he felt he might be close, his phone began to ring from under his pants on the floor. He tried to blot out the annoying noise and concentrate, but Beethoven’s Fifth ringtone kept penetrating into his fantasy.
    â€œFuck!” His shout echoed off the walls and he got up to answer the phone. The number that flashed on the screen made him instantly lose his erection. A dart of trepidation pierced his chest. “Yes?” he answered tersely.
    â€œAn issue has arisen,” the cool voice replied. “We need to meet.”
    Richard looked around the shoddy room. Though it was private, it was also secret; he wouldn’t invite him here. “Let’s meet at Lincoln’s steps in half an hour,” he suggested. Nobody had yet figured out how to bug a park; it seemed safe.
    â€œFine.” He hung up without another word.
    Richard tossed his phone back onto the pile of clothes and considered the situation. Whatever Omar Koss had to tell him would be bad; they almost never met face to face. Richard wanted to postpone the confrontation for as long as