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drew his jeans down.
    “I’ve never met a man who went commando,” she said. “I like it.”
    She curled her hand around his hard cock and licked the pre-cum from his slit.
    He grabbed her head. He was in charge. He was the Dom. And damn if he didn’t feel as if she had all the power.
    Victoria looked up at him. The expression on her face was somewhere between serene and triumphant.
    She drew his cockhead into her mouth and pressed her tongue against the base.
    “Fuck.” He groaned. He should have masturbated before she showed up. Work kept him plenty busy and it had been a while since he’d had anything other than a hand job in the shower. His callused hand felt much different than the softness of her skin on him.
    She continued to stroke and suck, moving lower and lower on his shaft.
    Normally he took control with his women, guiding each of their actions, but she was setting the right pace, pleasing him.
    She increased the tempo. She took him deep, with longer and faster strokes.
    He held her head steady. An orgasm was already building, and he wasn’t so damn young and unschooled that he was going to shoot his load down her throat in less than two minutes. “Stop.”
    She ignored his command.
    For a few more seconds, he let her. Despite his resolve to be the Dom, the woman gave a hell of a blow job.
    Finally, he gritted his teeth. He was only human.
    He forcefully put his hands near her ears and held her tight. “I said stop. Hands behind your back.”
    She released him, and she huffed, a very unfeminine, non-submissive sound.
    “That will cost you,” he said.
    “I’m just trying to please you, Sir.”
    If she only had an idea of how much she was doing exactly that. “You can please me by doing as you’re told.” He made his tone harsher than necessary, mostly because he needed the reminder of their relationship dynamic.
    “Anything you say, Sir.”
    That didn’t sound at all submissive, either.
    But she did as he’d ordered and linked her hands at the small of her back.
    She continued to gaze up at him. Brazenly she licked her upper lip. His cock twitched in response.
    For the first time in his life, he regretted that he didn’t wear boxers or briefs. He didn’t want to pull his jeans back on, but he wondered how long he’d be able to resist the temptation of her willing mouth or her hot cunt.
    “Stand and bend over. Spread your legs. Hold your ankles.”
    She looked at the floor.
    “ Now.”
    She scrambled to her feet and followed his instructions, grabbing her ankles and staying in place.
    Her immediate response restored the natural order. He didn’t like the idea of anyone, especially a novice, having the upper hand.
    Damn. She looked so appealing bent over. Her hair flowed everywhere. Her rear was alluringly curved. And, in the strategically placed light, he saw that her pussy still glistened with moisture.
    Since she couldn’t see him, he took a deep breath. He often told his playmates to breathe through difficulty or pain. It was the first time he’d actually taken his own advice. “I’m going to punish you, Victoria. You’ve earned it.”
    “Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
    “No protest?”
    “Anything you say, Sir.”
    Confounding woman. Everything she did, everything she said, turned him on more. He had to hand it to her. She wasn’t the typical sub.
    He cupped her butt cheeks, as if weighing them. Then he kneaded the flesh to bring blood flow to the area and minimise any potential bruising. After all, the cruise would last a few days. If he had his way, they’d have the opportunity to play together again, even if Devon demanded a few favours in return.
    Instead of manipulating her butt cheeks, he rubbed her vigorously.
    She moaned gently. “That feels good, Sir.”
    “It won’t feel as good when I spank you.”
    “Are you going to do it hard, Sir?”
    “Goading me, sub?”
    “I was just asking a question, Sir.”
    “I see. And yes,” he replied. “I’m going to spank you