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and sweat sheens my body. I hope I'm ruining your suit
forever.
    Finally I have us where I
want to be: right in front of the plate-glass, floor-length window
that makes up the entire back wall of your office.
    I'm panting for breath as I
glare at you. "You could have helped!"
    "I was just seeing what
kind of a load you can pull. Who knows when I might need a
ponygirl?" you say with a dark little smile.
    I decide I'd better shut up
while I'm ahead.
    My body rubs against you,
my lips covering your cheeks and chin with quick little kisses,
trying to get around you with sweetness.
    Underneath those kisses,
your stern demeanor softens. Your hands find my waist, pressing me
down against you, rubbing my belly against it, slow and
warm.
    "Tell me why you moved the chair over
here," you say.
    "Because I want everyone to
see us. If they look out their windows to see what the weather is
doing, I want them to see me fucking you."
    It's the raw truth, but I
can't believe I'm admitting it.
    You smile into my eyes
then, rubbing me. Every movement of your hands makes the toy slip
and slide as you maneuver me.
    "That's a very good answer.
Anyone looking will see. You gonna do a good job?"
    I nod feverishly. I don't
dare touch myself, but my hips won't stay still, quivering with the
need to mount you, to ride you.
    "Raise up," you say.
    I lift my body with my
thighs. Underneath I feel you grip the shaft of your cock, holding
it upright, brushing the wide, smooth tip back and forth against
me.
    "When I say 'down' then you
come down. One hard motion. Got it?"
    That's when I feel my
juices really let go, dripping down over you. Soft, wet pearls that
fall slowly, making you ready for me.
    "Down," you say, yanking on my
hips.
    The weight of my body
carries me down hard, your cock plowing up into my wet softness. I
reckoned without the dildo still in my ass, making me feel so full.
I stop to catch my breath, getting used to your hardness in me,
filling me so tight I can barely work you.
    Your lips are against my ear as you
pull my body completely against yours.
    "Mine," you growl. "All of you is mine
now. Mine alone. Do you understand that, Gabrielle?"
    I shake my head yes, hardly able to
breath with the sensation of you having just filled me so brutally,
so fully.
    "I understand," I say. My
voice is breathless, uneven.
    You spread your knees, taking my
thighs with you, stretching me wide. I writhe on your cock, but you
press me down hard.
    "Stop moving," you say. "I
want to just sit here and feel being inside you."
    You lean back and close
your eyes, your hands still holding me down. That look of
satisfaction on your face. The excitement inside of me. It's all
too much.
    My climax starts before I
think to ask permission. I can't stop. It's been too long, and my
body won't stop. I twist on you, impaled, grinding you into
me.
    Your hands hold me down,
not letting me ride, only to grind and wish for more. The curve of
your hardness jerks inside of me, pressing into me. I grind, unable
to get enough of what you're doing to me.
    I collapse against you, my
body churning with wet heat around your shaft. I bury my face
against your neck, drowning in your scent as I go again, my legs
wide and straining. You're deep in me, bruising me, and yet I can't
get enough of you. I want more, more...
    The pleasure fades inside
of me, and my body relaxes. I'm sprawled across you, still trying
to hold you and the toy without letting either of you slip out.
Your hands soothe me in long, slow strokes.
    I kiss your shoulder and
neck, leaning up to whisper in your ear, "Thank you, Master. Thank
you."
    I feel your smile press against my
cheek. You ease me back so that I'm sitting astride you again,
disheveled and spent.
    "You're welcome, Gabrielle.
Now what about me?"
    I put my hands on the back
of your chair for leverage, raising my legs off the floor, wrapping
them around your waist. I ease them behind you, between the small
of your back and the chair.
    When I'm done, I'm