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whilst he inhaled against her sodden core.
    “Do you want me here, Beth?” he asked, chuckling at the way she thrust her hips up. A renewed gush of her juices greeted his questing fingers, as he pushed her thong away better to see the little nub of pleasure he couldn’t wait to suckle. He settled his thumb on her slightly swollen clit and licked his way up to her belly button.
    “Yes…oh God…yes. Don’t stop, please…” Her voice was barely above a needy whisper, and Elliot took a moment to will his cock to comply. Like a heat-seeking missile, it was straining to break out of the confines of his jeans and bury itself deep in her velvet heat. Never before had Elliot felt such an overwhelming need to possess a woman, to claim her and fuck her so hard and deep she would never want to let him go.
    He pushed the disturbing thought away. This wasn’t about his needs. They never factored into this. Elliot hadn’t known he had needs of his own. He was only ever aware of the need to pleasure his partner, and right now, Beth needed to come. He could analyze the hell out of this later—much, much later.
    “Elliot?” Beth’s hesitant voice warned him that he was losing her, and he nipped the inside of her thigh. Her thigh muscles relaxed, and she drew in a sharp breath. He smiled against her soft skin and licked a path toward her sodden core. She squirmed when he blew against her clit, and lifted her hips toward him in a silent plea. Her scent called him, and he inhaled against her still-covered mound. Taking the wet material between his teeth, he pulled her thong down and out of the way. She moaned when he straightened up briefly to enable him to pull the scrap of material down her long legs. She helped him by lifting her hips out the way, and her eyes went wide when he held the thong up to his nose and inhaled.
    “Give me your hands, Beth,” he said. He pitched his voice as low as he could, and she offered him her wrists without a moment’s hesitation. Only the rapid rise and fall of her ample breasts gave her apprehension away. He tied her wrists together with the thong and pushed her arms above her head, so that she lay before him like a smorgasbord for him to feast on.
    “Keep your arms like that and do not lower them.” One hand on her abdomen, he waited for her reaction, and when she nodded once, he smiled.
    “Good girl.”
    Heat rose in her cheeks, and she looked as though she was going to argue with him, but then thought better of it when he raised his eyebrow and simply stared at her. He hid his smile at the contradiction in terms that was his Beth. Fiercely independent, she nonetheless wanted to be dominated, but only on her terms. The losers she had called her boyfriends in the past hadn’t even managed to give her that. He was here to prove to her that freedom lay in true submission—not the kind micromanaged by her—the kind freely given that gave him control over her body.
    “I intend to make you fly, sweet Beth. But it’s up to you. Do as you’re told, and you will. Try to push me and I will leave you hanging. That sweet pussy is mine to do with as I see fit. Are we clear?”
    Every muscle in his body tensed waiting for her answer, but it was the ache in his chest that was the hardest to deal with, as his newly formed synapses forced him to act on his feelings. Her answer mattered far more than it ought to. This wasn’t just another program he ran through. It meant too much to him. He needed her submission, to hear her say the words. Words that had never meant anything to him before.
    “Yes…I understand…Sir.”
    The whispered words echoed in his soul, or at least the place where his soul would be if he had one, and he gave himself a mental high five. It was an odd process this. His logical side analyzing and learning from his emotions, at the same time as his body screamed his needs at him. His cock was so hard he was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to deflate.
    He smiled and