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quickly with each passing hour since he made her climax. His every light touch, or seductive act had her aching from the inside. She wanted his hands on her, and wished he’d push through her stubbornness until she was too weak with longing to fight him anymore.
    “You must wonder what I look like naked.”
    She dared to glimpse down his body before saying, “Of course not!”
    “You’re stubborn, Katja.” He said, clearly liking she was.
    He got out of bed, and pulled off his robe. He stood in the dim firelight like a bronze statue of a perfect man. Her eyes drifted south, and she blushed when she spied his sex for a moment, but then couldn’t seem to pry her eyes from his hard shaft. His penis hung low as if under weight of the girth and length. He was thickest at the base, and his head was round and plump. She swallowed, and then dared to meet his eye. As always he had a cocky grin. “Get out of bed, and undress, Katja.”
    He was always bossing her around as if he was proving to her that he was the man. Usually, she encouraged his instincts to be dominant and demanding, and would follow because she loved to submit, but she knew what would happen if she complied. He didn’t ask again, even though she stayed where she was while trembling. His eyes bore into her, almost as if he could see through the thin fabric.
    He intended to sleep with her that night, and she knew if she got out of the bed and lifted her gown, he’d demand more and more until she was beneath him and he in her. A full minute passed before she budged. Slowly she sat up, with her eyes on his impressive body. She stood at the opposite side of the bed, and paused as she shivered. With a shaky hand, she slipped off a shoulder strap, and then gripped the other. After he’d unfastened two buttons, the gown easily skimmed along her other arm before her sleepwear fell to the floor.
    She immediately crossed her hands over her blonde patch, and focused on breathing instead of her vulnerable body as he soaked in her curves as if memorizing each soft arch of her large breasts and wide hips.
    She shook with nerves when Felix abandoned his position and came to her. He walked around her, and cupped her butt before he made a full circle. He purposefully slid his hand, which felt like silk, across her hip to her apex then around to her backside again. “You’re stunning.” He murmured close to her ear. She closed her eyes, and tilted her head towards his mouth. Inwardly, she loved his confessions, but she didn’t dare admit it to him. Instead, she let him brush his hand up her back, smoothed her cool skin down her side, and then round her body to her stomach. All the while she made soft noises to let him know he could continue.
    He pressed his chest against her back, while reaching around to grope her thigh with delicious pressure. With his other hand, he cupped one breast, pinning her nipple between his thumb and index finger. He squeezed her close to him, and when he leaned forward, she bent over the bed.
    “What are you doing?” She asked nervously, because he had her in a compromising position.
    “Whatever I want.” He replied, as he glided a hand along the crease of her leg, and continued to pleasure her by massaging her thigh.
    “You can’t do whatever you want, Felix. You’re my slave.”
    “I’m the man, Katja. In no world does the man submit to the woman.”
    “You need my permission, and this feels…” She jilted, because his finger rubbed her clit for one breathtaking second. She sank into the bed, and pushed her butt into him so he could easily caress her.
    “It feels like we’re going to have sex, because we are, Katja.”
    “You need my permission, and you don’t have it.”
    “What do you think I’m doing?” He said with enjoyment in his voice that didn’t hide he liked her a little difficult. “I’m getting permission.”
    With one last hard rub to her clit, he slid his finger up her slick folds, and moved on. Katja