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for him?
    She bit her lip. No sense
spoiling the moment. She would tell him later that she didn’t intend to stay in
Cherub. She couldn’t stay in Cherub.
But it could wait.
    Matt lifted his hand waist high and
she gritted her teeth.
    Now …please, now…
    He stroked her navel, teasing the
shallow hole with a fingertip before brushing the front of her pussy with his
knuckles, running their bumps over the outside of her lips then underneath.
Each one increased the exquisite pressure in her engorged clit and her legs
shook with the effort of holding back.
    “Good sub. You’ve been waxed.”
    “Yes, Master. I’m glad you’re
pleased.” Thankfully she’d had a Brazilian wax just two days ago. She went in for
regular waxing, disliking a big red bush. And Matt had always liked her pubes
short and neat. He wasn’t a Dom who preferred the completely shaved look,
though she knew if he had been she would have done that too.
    To please him.
    You’re losing your identity already. Fool.
    He slipped a finger between her
folds and ran it from front to back.
    But so good…
    “Are you hot, Megan?”
    “Yes…” Her voice cracked. She was
scorching right now. He ran his big finger up over her clit then down, down,
until it found her soaking opening. “Oh, Master!”
    “Shall I fuck you with this
finger, sub?”
    She nodded. “Please, Master.
Please…”
    He slid it into her depths and
she opened her legs wider. He joined it with another finger and used the pad of
his thumb to caress her clit.
    “Oh, Master, I have missed you.”
    “I have missed you too, Megan.”
    She stole a glance at his eyes.
They were warm, full of desire and longing. She let go of a breast and reached
for his face, meaning to touch him. She was desperate to touch him. He pulled
his hand from her pussy and stepped back. She almost fell over.
    “Oh…”
    “What were you doing, Megan?” His
facial expression hardened. She had misbehaved and she would pay for it now.
    “I just…oh, I just wanted to
touch you.”
    “That is not presenting yourself for inspection, sub.”
    She hung her head. “No. Sorry,
Master. I’m sorry.” She had forgotten. She was out of practice. But he was so
handsome and she had only meant to touch him, to caress his gorgeous face for a
moment. To feel the stubble that shaded his jaw. But it was not part of their agreed
act of presentation between Master and sub.
    “Let’s try again.”
    Oh please.
    She assumed the position, locking
her knees to still their trembling. Matt waited. She breathed slowly, counting
her breaths, trying to calm herself. She had to center. Focus. That was part of
being a good sub.
    When his touch arrived again
between her legs, it was all the sweeter for the interlude. He fucked her with
his fingers, using his thumb again to rub her clit. She closed her eyes and
lifted her breasts towards him, carried upon a rising wave of lust.
    “What do you want, sub?”
    She peered at him from under her
half-closed lids. What did she want? She wanted him to fuck her harder. To
plunge his fingers into her repeatedly until she exploded onto them, four years
of pent up longing for this man finally released.
    But that would be the wrong
answer.
    That would earn her nothing but
the disappointment of frustration.
    “I want…whatever makes you happy,
Master.”
    “Good.” He increased his
movements. “Good sub.”
    Megan began to rise higher still on
the pleasure wave. Matt knew her body so well. He was like a skilled and
experienced musician playing his favorite instrument. With other men, she had
often struggled to orgasm. Either their inept touch, or their selfish pursuit
of pleasure, had left her wanting, but with Matt it had never been that way.
    Matt had always put her first.
Every touch, every kiss, every pinch, every smack…all of it, he did with her in
mind. He only allowed himself to take his own pleasure when he had fully
satisfied her. And sometimes he didn’t come at all. He had a powerful