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solicitous as he was.
    “Over the chair, Brandy. I want your ass in the air. Put your hands in the middle of the seat area, and get on your toes.”
    Since she was still restricted by the spreader bar, he helped her into position.
    Her hair flowed everywhere, almost acting as a blindfold. Staying where he’d instructed wouldn’t be easy once he was inside her.
    “Your pussy is bright red and swollen.”
    “It feels like it, Sir.”
    “It’s perfect.” He parted her buttocks to expose her pussy even more. “Are you still damp?”
    “Yes, Sir. I’m ready for you. Crawling out of my skin, wanting you to hurry, if I’m honest.”
    He pressed his cockhead at her entrance.
    She struggled against the impulse to surge backwards and take more of him. Most of the time, Brandy had infinite amounts of patience. But the confident way that he handled her, aroused her, made her eager for more.
    “Arch your back more.”
    With grace—a result of ten years of ballet lessons—she wriggled around, rising on her toes to take even more of him.
    “Nice,” he said. “Now remain still.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He held apart her butt cheeks with his powerful hands.
    “Fuck me, Sir,” she pleaded.
    “Do you try to hurry all your Doms along, Brandy?”
    She felt a fevered blush stain her cheeks. “I’m sorry if it comes across that way, Sir. It’s not that I’m trying to rush you. I just…” She trailed off as he stroked in even deeper.
    “Just?” he prompted.
    “I saw your cock and wanted it in me,” she confessed.
    “You know how to get your way.” He thrust his dick inside her.
    “So good, Sir. So, so good. More.”
    “Bossy sub.” He moved his hands so that he was braced against her hipbones.
    It took all her skills to remain in place when she ached to stand and lean back into him. Instead, she splayed her fingers and concentrated on his rhythmic motions.
    He rode her hard, like she wanted, filling her, stretching her with his thick cock. She whimpered and cried. Her breasts swayed. Hair tumbled everywhere in wild disarray.
    Over and over, he surged into her, bringing her to the knife-edge of need. “Please, Sir,” she begged.
    “Come anytime.”
    He held her hips imprisoned and it only took a few more thrusts for her to feel as if she’d been turned inside out. She screamed as she forced her buttocks back, demanding all he had to give.
    She wasn’t sure what he did, but he managed to change the angle, sending a second orgasm careening through her.
    Her legs trembled. She almost lost her balance. It wouldn’t have mattered—he was there, supporting her, holding her with one hand on her shoulder, the other beneath her ribs.
    “I’ve got you,” he said.
    In the safety of his arms, she let go.
    He pistoned his cock into her, deep and demanding. She was overcome with the shock of her own surrender, and she came again.
    His grip on her tightened, and his fingers dug into her shoulders. His movements were less controlled. Though she was lost, she revelled in the knowledge he was close to coming undone.
    Inside her, he stilled. With a loud, masculine exhalation, he thrust forwards while still holding her tight. He ejaculated in a discernible, repeated pulse.
    Even when it was over, and her breathing had returned to normal, he didn’t move. He kept his possessive hold on her. With other Doms, the scenes often ended the moment he came. For whatever reason, Master Niles continued to hold her.
    “I appreciate how responsive you are,” he said.
    “I appreciate how generous you are, Sir.”
    Inside her still-heated pussy, his cock began to soften.
    Slowly he released her shoulder. Rather than move away, he brushed her hair to one side then trailed his fingertips down her spine.
    Only when his dick slid out did he step back.
    In the absence of any instruction, she stayed where she was. Not that she was capable of moving, at any rate.
    “I’ll be right with you,” he promised.
    His voice sounded gruffer than she’d