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sure were a lot of idiots out there, Ian concluded as he tried to imagine all the other lovers she must surely have endured.
    As the shock waves passed, Ian settled back to earth, back to the reality of Nikky’s breathing, her measured sighs. She seemed happy enough.
    Exhausted for the moment, Ian rolled onto his back. He just needed a little time to catch his second wind. He removed the condom and tossed it into the small trash can beside the bed.
    Nikky had no intention of giving him an intermission, however.
    “Hey,” he rasped as she began working her way down his chest, applying agonizing, stingingly sweet kisses over his skin. “What do you think you’re doing? I’m supposed to do the work.”
    Nikky homed right in on her target, delivering a kiss to the tip of his flagging cock. He could feel it stirring again.
    “This isn’t work, Ian.”
    “Yes, but tonight is not supposed to be about one-sided pleasure for me.”
    Nikky reached up to rake her nails over his pectoral muscle, sending a white-hot jolt through his left nipple.
    “You also said your cock was mine to do with as I wanted. Right now I want to take it for a little ride and this is the quickest way I know to get it nice and hard for me.”
    “There is a certain logic to that,” he conceded.
    “It’s called ‘outwitting the teacher’,” she said.
    Ian couldn’t help but chuckle at her tenacity as she ran her tongue along the vein on the underside of his wet, humming shaft. She was good all right, the total package—smart, determined and sexy as hell.
    “I think I might have opened a Pandora’s box with you, Dominique.”
    Nikky was busy applying featherlight brushes over his balls. The sensation was surprisingly complex—pleasure with the tiniest mix of tension, just the right ingredient to set him groaning.
    She paused to admire her work, his cock rock hard, thick as ever and completely at her mercy. “I think I like being a cock owner,” she decided. “Much less of a headache than being a homeowner and a lot more fun.”
    Ian’s retort was restricted to a moan as she stroked him, her hand working its way up and down, boldly squeezing one second and releasing the next. She was giving him pleasure but not enough for release. It was as much torture as it was ecstasy.
    “And don’t think I missed your little slip just now,” she said. “What did I tell you about calling me Dominique?”
    “I will call you whatever you want, baby.” Mindlessly he reached up to touch her, desperate to make contact with any part of her gorgeous, teasing body, but she scolded him again.
    “Did I say you could move?”
    “No,” he was forced to admit. “You did not.”
    Obviously Ian had unleashed a demoness , a very lovely one, and he was more than prepared to pay the price.
    Nikky reveled in the turn of events. After a lifetime of catering to male sexuality she now had her very own boy toy. And she had to confess, she was enjoying the experience very much.
    “I hope you meant what you said about me calling the shots,” she said as she continued to play with Ian’s cock. Her fingers loosely wrapped it, moving up and down in time to the delicious rhythms in her thrumming pussy. “Because I am going to ride you like the stud you are.”
    “Your wish is my command,” Ian said, intertwining his fingers behind his head to signal his willingness to play along. “Ride away.”
    An impish thought crossed Nikky’s mind.
    “I don’t want you to come,” she said, employing her most dominant tone of voice. “Until I say you can. Got it?”
    Ian groaned as she employed her nails, very, very lightly over the surface of his balls to enforce her edict. “Yes, I’ve got it…your highness.”
    “Sex goddess will do fine.” Nikky moved herself into position, climbing astride his thighs and pressing her hot, aching opening against the tip of his equally superheated shaft. Ian held her still.
    “Condom,” he murmured, reaching toward the