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clean. I don’t have anything.”
    Navin reached for me, urging me to rise. When I got to my
feet, he turned me around. I stood facing the wall, and caught sight of a
beautiful bronze medallion, twice the size of my palm, depicting the Hindu
symbol “Om”. Inscribed around the edges in a script I believed to be Hindi, was
a mantra. I wondered what it meant to him, but had no time to contemplate as he
pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to kneel on the bed.
    I found myself on my hands and knees with Navin poised behind
me.
    “I am too,” he said, his palms settling over the globes of
my ass. I held my breath. This was not a position I had been in before. “Doggy”
was a concept that played into my worst fears about myself. I was vulnerable,
left with absolutely no way to cover myself. When he lifted his hand from my
ass, I prepared to breathe a sigh of relief that turned to a yelp as he slapped
me. The resounding noise and momentary sting startled me.
    “Beautiful,” Navin said, rubbing his palm across what I was
certain was a growing red mark. It surprised me just how much I enjoyed the
branding. “You are so beautiful.”
    I had heard these words before, yet something about how he said them made me believe it was true.
    He shifted forward, grasping my hips, his cock easing into my
pussy. I was more than ready for him, my body still reeling from the
almost-orgasm earlier. He filled me, stretching my wet flesh. I realized we
were both holding our breath when we exhaled at the same time, groans of two
different pitches merging in a symphony of satisfaction. Navin remained still
for a moment. I wondered if he was relishing the feel of me around him while I
adjusted to him being inside me. Then, with unrestrained vigor, he thrust hard
and deep.
    “ Yes ,” I sighed, my fingers clutching the bedding.
“Like that.” His cock bumped the same cushion of nerves his fingers had
caressed. With each thrust, I felt the telltale beginnings of my climax. I
wondered at the power he wielded over me, at whatever innate ability he had to
arouse me.
    Navin reached around, cupping my little breasts in his
hands. His chest was against my back, his skin hot. When he pulled on my
nipples, I jerked back against him, my backside slapping against his groin.
    “Rosie…” he murmured. I could feel his breath against my
neck, coming in hot bursts over my skin.
    My forehead lowered to the thin mattress and my ass rose
higher against him and Navin was somehow deeper then, filling me. His thrusts
were rough, reflecting his loss of control. I felt his hands come down over
mine, linking our fingers and forcing me to relinquish my hold upon the
blankets. Odd though it was, I felt more connected with this man I had known
only a few hours than I ever had with anyone before. He had somehow tapped into
the deepest recesses of my insecurities and had blasted them into oblivion. I
felt no embarrassment in being fucked rigid in this position. In fact, I didn’t
want it to end.
    I was bereft at the loss of contact when Navin straightened,
reaching under me and between my thighs to rub my clit in tight, firm circles.
The combination of his cock inside me and the strumming of his fingers was
divine. The orgasm that had eluded me earlier was building in my belly, gaining
momentum with every hard, unforgiving thrust of his hips.
    Navin’s cock bumped the spongy cushion of nerves inside me
at just the right angle and then, without any warning, I was coming in a
blinding rush of pleasure. My cry was muffled by the blankets beneath my face,
and I wasn’t sure what words I was speaking. He didn’t stop, thrusting again
and again, each time hitting the secret spot. My words turned to pleading
whimpers, every nerve coming alive as I came in a torrent of flooding wetness.
    Navin released my clit, holding me in place, forbidding me
from moving despite the fact I had no energy to stay upright. I wanted to slump
to the mattress in complete exhaustion. His