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slipped her sweatpants
down, and was momentarily surprised to discover she had no panties on. “Step
out of them,” he instructed.
    She did, holding onto the
dryer.
    Her mouth formed a small,
pink ‘o.’ She worked to control her breathing, unsuccessfully. He set her
sweatpants on the dryer, then removed her sweatshirt carefully so that the
blindfold would not come off. She was trembling. It was so empowering to be in
control of her. He stroked and calmed her, whispering how beautiful she was. He
slipped her translucent, pale blue bra off and shoved it into his pocket.
    She licked her lips
nervously. “Will you tell me your name?”
    He maneuvered her hands
behind her back and held her wrists with one of his hands, then bent to kiss
her breasts. She let out a shuddering breath as he took as much into his mouth
as was possible and sucked vigorously.
    He savored one pink nipple
and then the other. He sat her up on the dryer. His muscles were all taut and
he could feel himself shaking. It had nothing to do with fear, unless it was
the fear he would never get this close to her again. “Lay back,” he instructed,
even as he put an arm around her and eased her back.
    Her sweat clothes were underneath
her, but one shoulder rested on cool metal. He gently spread her legs apart.
Her breath caught. With one of his hands wrapped around both her wrists, he
lowered his mouth onto her moist, throbbing vagina, licking at first then
forcing his tongue deeply inside her. She heard herself moaning and then tried
to stifle it, afraid someone would hear. He pulled back and slid two fingers
inside her and probed deeply. “Maybe I’ll torture you all night like this,” he
said. “Would you like that?”
    Yes! God, yes! She couldn’t bring herself
to say the word.
    He saw her eyebrows knit.
She wasn’t used to talking, to asking for it. It felt so good to be in control
of her. It was a job he would have signed onto for life, had he been given the
choice. “I’d like to hear you say it. You want me to lick and suck your pussy?”
he asked before going at it noisily.
    She heard herself
whimpering and could not stop it. Nothing had ever felt so good.
    “You
want me to finger you?” he asked a few minutes later. He inserted two fingers
and worked them, watching her face and listening to the sounds she tried to
muffle. Oh, yes, he would learn her body and make her need him. Already, he
could make her come if he wanted to. He withdrew his fingers. He didn’t want
her coming just yet. He dropped his hand lower and teased her tight asshole to
get a reaction.
    “Uh, no,” she objected. “I
d-don’t — ”
    Slowly, he pushed inside
with one finger, ignoring her plea. “ Sshhhhh. I’ve got you. I won’t hurt
you.” He withdrew his finger, watched her exhale, and inserted it again. He
needed both hands free. Next time, he would have to restrain her.
    “No, please, I don’t like
that.”
    He withdrew his finger and
then plunged in again. He would not hurt her, but she needed to know who was in
control and he needed to know just how much she liked him being in control,
even when it pushed her out of her comfort zone. “I like it,” he whispered
harshly. “It’s so tight. So...forbidden.”
    She felt out of balance, without
a sense of reality because of the situation and the blindfold. She only knew
what he was doing a split second after he was doing it. She had never been made
so sexually hungry before. She needed this. She needed this.
    He put his mouth back on
her pussy, actively working his tongue, while continuing to finger her tightest
passageway. He’d started a fire raging inside her and she thrashed without
realizing it.
    He backed off, not wanting
her to come yet.
    He pulled her up again,
setting her back on her feet. Her knees were weak, but he braced her.
    “You need someone to belong
to,” he whispered, teasing her ear with his warm breath. “And I need for you to
belong to me.”
    The words stole her breath.
    “I