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I am going to fuck you for a very, very long time. Now spread that wetness everywhere. Reach right back to your sweet little arse, smooth the creaminess in there, and then slide forward to your clit. Watch yourself in the mirror. Where does it feel really good? Where do you like to touch yourself the most?”
    I can’t help the soft moan that escapes as I explore with my fingers. “My clit. It feels best when I stroke my clit.”
    The sound of his voice is low, husky, coaxing me. “Take your sweet little clit between your thumb and finger, and roll it. Like I would, just like I do for you. Does that feel good?”
    “Yes. Oh God, yes.”
    “Is it swelling? Tell me how big it is now.” His soft, seductive whisper is quiet but fills the room. My eyes closed, I drift with the warmth of his seductive tone.
    “I… How will I…?”
    “Look at yourself in the mirror. Use your fingers to spread the lips apart. Can you see your clit clearly?”
    I glance in the mirror again. My sensitive, engorged clitoris is there, quivering between my fingers. I stroke the tip carefully with my thumbs, and thrust my hips forward instinctively. Christ, this is so bloody wonderful.
    “Can you see it, sweetheart?” The hypnotic murmur fills my senses.
    “Yes.” I gasp my response—I’m having real difficulty forming any words now.
    “Let the lips slide back together. Try to close them around your clit. Can you still see your clit?” His sensual words slide so softly into my head that I’m not sure he’s speaking at all or if he’s just there in my imagination.
    “Yes,” I whisper.
    “Good, you’re nearly ready. Now, push one finger right inside your sweet little cunt, as far as you can. How does that feel?”
    I do as he says. It feels wet. And getting wetter. I ease my finger out then plunge it back in, moaning silently. Or perhaps not so silently.
    “Sounds to me as though you’re enjoying that. Tell me what you’re doing. How it makes you feel.”
    “I’m using my finger to, to…”
    “To finger-fuck yourself. And does it feel good, Eva?”
    “Yes. Yes. It feels so good. I want… I want…”
    “I know what you want. What you need now. Take your dildo and switch it on.” He waits a moment, then, “Do you have it, Angel?”
    “Yes.”
    “Okay, now lightly touch your clit with it.” I hesitate, but only for an instant. I reach down, and cry out at the bolt of sheer ecstasy that shoots through my body as the pulsing vibrations sweep every coherent thought from me. The tingling, surging pulse rushes from my throbbing core out to my finger ends, my toes. It’s overwhelming. I scream again, and Nathan chuckles, approving.
    “You like that, my angel?” Well beyond any attempt at coherent conversation I can only lie there, my legs spreads wide, my head arched back into the pillow as I press the vibrating plastic hard against my sensitive and swollen clit, drowning in pure erotic sensation. The pleasure is beyond description, and, although it’s me controlling the action, the external stimulus still makes me feel as though I am passive, receiving, absorbing.
    The sensations build, spiralling out of control, and I cry out as the first tingle of orgasm grabs me.
    And he’s there, knowing. “Come now, Angel. Come for me.” The soft voice penetrates my subconscious again, and I comply mindlessly. My orgasm bursts in white light behind my tightly closed eyelids then rolls through every part of my body in crashing waves. I gasp, moan, gyrate my hips to prolong the glorious release. It seems to go on forever, the sweetly intense sensations continuing to ripple through my body, at first shattering in their assault but then mellowing, soothing, calm. The intense surge of pleasure gentles and I bask in the aftermath, floating on the continuous voice, husky in my ear, encouraging me.
    “…inside. Inside you now.”
    “What? What did you say…?
    “I said slide the dildo inside you. Now. Now, Eva.”
    “I… Yes…”