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before I felt the
heat. “You will do as I ask without making me repeat myself.”
Stinging pain spread over my right ass cheek. I yelped, more
surprised than in pain. He struck me again, this time on the left.
My ass muscles clenched, and I jerked. He pushed on my back,
holding me down. Warmth rushed to my pussy.
    Did he know how good this felt? He couldn’t.
Not if he was using it to discipline me.
    “Now, let’s try this again. Get over there
and do what I asked.” He pointed at the seat facing him.
    I took my position, body upright but angled
back so my ass was resting on the edge of the seat, my feet on the
floor. I slid my feet apart.
    He could see me now. He could see parts that
no one but my doctor had seen before.
    “What a pretty pussy.”
    My insides thrummed with pleasure at the
velvety depth of his voice. I inched my feet another inch or two
apart.
    “Yes, that’s it. Wider, Allison. Open
wide.”
    I slid my feet as far apart as the seat
allowed.
    “No, not wide enough. I want to see every
inch of you. Lift your legs up, knees back.”
    I did as he asked.
    Now I was so exposed there was no hiding
anything.
    “Yes. Better.” Shifting forward, he ran a
fingertip along the inside of my thigh. My skin tingled. Tiny
electric charges zapped up to my burning pussy. I was empty,
achingly empty. Soon I wouldn’t be. Soon, that huge, thick shaft
would be stretching me, pushing through my hymen, stroking away the
need blazing deep inside. I couldn’t wait.
    His fingertip meandered higher, to my outer
pussy lips. “Swollen. Wet. You’re so fucking responsive.”
    Responsive wasn’t the word for it. Desperate.
Inflamed. Dying. Those fit better. I couldn’t believe it. Here, I’d
come, hoping it wouldn’t be torture having sex with him, and I was
enjoying the experience. Really enjoying it.
    My folds unfurled, opening for him. I looked
at his handsome face. His silver-eyed gaze was locked on my pussy,
his cheeks slightly flushed. His lips were parted, begging for a
kiss. I wanted to lean forward and taste them, but I didn’t dare
move. He was so focused I didn’t dare interrupt.
    Touch me. Deeper.
    As if he heard my unspoken plea, he dipped
that fingertip into my slit.
    “Damn,” he said on a groan.
    Damn was right. My hips rocked upward,
bringing my throbbing tissues closer to his touch. Deeper. I wanted
him to stroke me deeper, harder.
    “I can’t wait to cram you full of my cock.
You’re going to beg for it. You’re going to plead with me to fuck
you harder.”
    I shuddered. Already a plea was sitting on
the tip of my tongue. If it weren’t for the fact that I was out of
my mind with need, I might have been able to spit it out.
    He added a second finger, stretching my
tight, untried hole. It burned, but it was a good burn. It made me
want to stretch my legs wider apart so he could jam those fingers
all the way inside. Sunken deep inside my gripping tissues, they
scissored, stretching me. He was preparing me. Soon I would be full
of his cock. Very soon.
    “So hot. So tight,” he murmured and he fucked
me with his fingers. My body eagerly accepted his strokes. Pleasure
pounded through my veins. My muscles tensed as whirling heat
spiraled through me. Already I was on the verge of coming. I could
feel my body soaring toward the pinnacle, tightening, heating up.
So close. Almost there.
    He stopped, yanked his hand away just as my
pussy was about to spasm around his fingers.
    I cried out in agony.
    He was so cruel!
    “You didn’t think I would let you come
without my cock buried inside you, did you?”
    I was hoping.
    “We’re here,” he said.
    “What?” Confused by the sudden topic change,
I rocked my head to the side, peering out the window. We were
parked in a garage.
    “Come with me.”
    I reached for my clothes.
    “Leave them.” He extended a hand. “This
way.”
    The door opened and he led me out of the
vehicle and through a door into a magnificent house. The entry was
off the open