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he’d ever seen. His mouth filled with saliva. His blood boiled in his veins.
    “Ohmygod,” she muttered, her eyelids fluttering closed. “This is crazy.”
    “Is it?” He couldn’t deny himself for another second. He lowered his head and flicked his tongue over one pink nipple, taking his first taste. Yet another wave of excruciating carnal need blazed through his body, the intensity clouding his mind. He pulled her nipple into his mouth, suckling deeply, drawing the flavor of her skin into his throat. But that only made the agony more unbearable.
    Just who was punishing who?
    “Ohhhh ... nooooo.” She locked her arms, forcing him back. Her nipple slipped from his mouth with an audible pop. Their eyes met. Hers were full of desperation and lust and confusion. “I can’t.”
    “Can’t what?” He licked his lips, savoring her flavor still clinging to them.
    “Can’t let you do this.” She pulled her shirt down. But those hard little points poked at the clingy black material. “I’m not... your type.”
    “How do you know?”
    “Because I don’t...” She hesitated. She licked her lips. He liked the way she did that, could see that pink tongue of hers swirling around the head of his cock. “You know I’m not here to learn about D/s. I’m not a submissive. I’m pretending.”
    She wasn’t pretending. Not earlier. Not now. “Are you sure about that?”
    She lifted a visibly shaking hand, pointing at the flogger he’d used on Clark. “I’m sure that if you hit me with that whip, I wouldn’t orgasm.”
    He felt himself smiling at the thought of flogging her. “Maybe not yet. But you could learn.”
    A deep red stain swept up her neck. She fiddled with her hair, using clumsy hands to gather the long waves away from her pretty face. “No, no. I couldn’t.”
    He didn’t want to talk anymore. “Close your eyes.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I said to.”
    “But I told you—”
    He cut her off by crushing her mouth under his. She wriggled beneath him for one, two, three seconds, her mouth tight. But by the fourth second, she stopped struggling. Her lips parted, and he slipped his tongue inside her, tasting her, exploring her sweet depth.
    He could kiss her forever.
    She sighed into their joined mouths, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to her. His body sank until it rested on top of her soft curves. Her heat warmed him. Her breath soothed him. Her sweet flavor devastated him. All he could think about was taking her, keeping her, protecting her.
    Amanda’s tongue found his. They stroked, they explored, they battled, and, as the kiss deepened, they conquered. One of Amanda’s hands skimmed down his arm, following it to the wrist before slipping between their bodies and brushing over the throbbing bulge at the front of his pelvis. She gasped.
    “You see,” he whispered against her lips. “You are my type.” He rocked his hips forward, pressing his engorged rod against her palm. The light rasp of the material over his erection made him shudder.
    “But—”
    He silenced her again, this time by grazing his teeth over her collarbone. “Haven’t you ever considered the possibility that punishment could be pleasurable?”
    “ Pleasant punishment? What would be the point of that?”
    “I’ll show you.” He levered back, his hips still thrust forward, shoved his hands under her shirt, and slid them up to cover her breasts. “I’ll show you how pleasant torment can be.” His palms rasped the turgid peaks. “I’ll take you to the edge of control.” He pinched them, just hard enough to make her tense up all over. Then, when she relaxed slightly, he rolled them between his finger and thumb until she was tight and trembling.
    “I ... I don’t know.”
    “Don’t let fear hold you back.” He pushed her top up under her chin. “Your tits are beautiful. If they were mine, if you were mine, they’d always be uncovered.” He weighed her breasts, one in each hand. “Perfect.” He