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Matt
had always won over her doubts, until the physical distance of going to college
had actually separated her from him.
    Her legs trembled. Could she
really do this again? What if she couldn’t stop this time and she hurtled along
uncontrollably into his bed and his life, losing herself, her identity and her
freedom? It could happen. She might be older now, might have seen what life was
like outside of Cherub, but could she resist caving in to her vulnerability,
her own intense desire and her need to be Matt’s sub?
    Her thoughts drifted away like
cobwebs on the breeze as Matt stepped closer, so close that he was almost
touching her with the front of his body. She could have sworn that sparks
ricocheted between them.
    Megan stared at the floor,
recalling how she was supposed to behave when they played. Her breathing was
shallow, her skin prickled with heat. Her longing to be touched blazed through
her.
    “Megan,” he whispered then gently
brushed her lips with his own. She gasped. Leaned towards him but he pulled
back. “Do you remember your safe words?”
    She nodded.
    “Say them, sub.”
    She tensed at the command.
    “Red means stop right now. Yellow
means it’s okay, but to slow down or change what
you’re doing before it becomes red. Green means…” She paused. He was hovering his hands over her breasts. Her nipples were rock
hard now as if reaching out for his touch.
    “What, Megan? What does green
mean?” He ran his fingers over her distended buds simultaneously, his brown
eyes flashing with mischief.
    “Green means…GO… Keep going…” He
tweaked her nipples hard. “GO! GO! GO!” She met his gaze, a blush spreading
over her chest and scalding her cheeks. Matt had barely touched her and already
she was a panting wreck. This desire, this passion, this need was so intense
and so frightening. This was why she had run. She had fled from this because it
was so overpowering. As uncontrollable as a runaway train.
    She could lose herself in Matt.
    Stop this now before you do. Now.
    She opened her mouth, intending
to say Red, to end this before it
began, but she was unable to even form the words upon her tongue because Matt
began rolling her hard rosy nubs in his mouth in turn, then suckling them with
a hunger that met her own. No, she would not end this now. She would allow
herself to feel, to remember and to enjoy.
    For tonight.
    Matt lifted his head. His eyes
were full of Megan. She could see herself there, her own reflection distorted
in his ebony orbs. She took a step back. Her nips throbbed from his attention
and she adjusted her fingers around her breasts. She took a deep breath then
spread her trembling legs again. Her clit yearned for his touch now and her
pussy throbbed, too empty without the fullness of his penetration.
    But he didn’t lower his mouth
again. He just stared at her, breathing heavily, his wide chest straining at
the front of his t-shirt. It seemed like years before he spoke again.
    “Now I am going to continue my
inspection, sub.”
    Megan nodded. Please do.
    “Green,
Master.”
    He circled her again and she waited.
He ran a finger over her buttocks as if testing her surface for dust. She
shivered.
    “Are you cold?” His voice carried
concern.
    “No, Master.”
    “Good.”
    When he stood in front of her
again she kept her eyes lowered. The front of his jeans bulged with an
impressive erection that she had to fight the urge to touch. Not yet. Only when he allowed it. When he gave the
command.
    “This is torture, Master.”
    “Now, now,
Megan. We both know that this is not torture. This is anticipation. This is your inspection. Torture will
come…later. Perhaps tomorrow. Or the
next day.”
    She filled her lungs greedily. Later? Perhaps tomorrow? Or the next day? But
that wasn’t going to happen. She wanted just one night. There would be no
glorious future filled with Matt’s erotic punishments. Did he want more than
one night? Did his desire for her still match her own