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keen on the taste of the stuff they spurted but could cope with it if it came in the middle of a good session when she had come a few times herself.
    And for Anna, that was what it all came down to. Her orgasms. She might love cocks and even sometimes like the men they came attached to – but she adored her orgasms. She could hardly go for more than a day at a time without coming at least once. She had no compunction about using her fingers in her toilet at work. Occasionally she would even cancel all calls, push her chair back from her desk, spread her legs, put her feet on the desk and lie back in her chair. Then she would take a dildo out of the locked drawer in the desk and pleasure herself. She needed pleasure. Men were there to give it to her, it was as simple as that. She did what she had to in order to keep them pleasured enough to want to pleasure her some more. But that was it. Sex was strictly on her terms, and with her looks she could afford to call the tune, there were plenty who wanted to play along.
    That didn’t mean she always had to be on top – the spanking the other night had been great fun and it was far from being her first. She loved being put over a strong male knee, loved struggling against him and yet still getting the hot, sharp thrills from the blows landing. She enjoyed the struggle, it lit her fires and ensured a good fuck afterwards. She was an intensely physical girl, she kept herself fit and enjoyed using her body in all possible ways, and struggling against a man who was intent on giving her the pleasure she craved in any case was just another path to enjoyment.
    Greg sighed in delight as her delicate hand gripped him and began to wank him gently. Without loosening her grip, Anna sank onto the bed beside him, he turned onto his side to face her and she drank in the scent of his freshly showered maleness and the feel of the hard muscles against her softer curves, her nipples sending charges of excitement spearing through her as they brushed his chest.
    He grinned at her and firmly moved her hand off his cock.
    “Don’t be in such a hurry!” he said, rolling on top of her. In one smooth and powerful movement he swept her arms up above her head and held them there. She tried to flex her wrists and free them but he tightened his grip and bent his head to suckle at one defencelessly proffered nipple. Anna struggled harder as a shard of pleasure lanced through her. Greg raised his head and smiled at her as she writhed under him.
    “I’m going to tie you up to fuck you.”
    Anna glared up at him. She had seen plenty of girls in bondage of course, in the arenas and their associated playrooms and dungeons. She was appreciative of how good they looked restrained, tied, helpless, suspended, but she had never considered it as something that might be applied to her. And no one had ever had the nerve to suggest it.
    Greg must have made preparations while he was waiting for her because she felt one of his hands grab what felt like a leather strap and wind it around her wrist before she could react but when she felt it tighten and restrain her hand, something snapped inside her. She had never been denied her freedom. She had never been unable to do as she pleased and go where she pleased. The one hint of freedom denied sent her into a panic. She arched her back and bent one leg back to get it under her and then twisted her body. She was gratified to see the surprise on Greg’s face as her strength took him aback.
    She managed to lift him up and twist so that she was lying alongside him, face to face. He responded instantly and pushed back, ramming her onto her back again. She made a kind of wrestler’s bridge and wrenched her free hand out of his.
    The noise of the slap shocked them both. She hadn’t thought about it, but as her hand came free she just continued its trajectory until it hit Greg’s cheek. He looked down at her in disbelief and then snarled in rage, grabbing her hand and forcing it