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pressed like a
second skin to you, my ankles locked at the small of your back,
your cock pressed as deep into me as I can make it go.
    I grind against your hardness, rubbing
up and down against your belly and chest, and now your hands don't
hold me still. You cup my ass and squeeze, helping me to ride
you.
    "You seem pretty lively in
spite of that twine," you remark, one hand slipping down to caress
between my folds to rub my clit.
    You're right. It tingles
and throbs, but there's no sign of the intense pain I felt in my
nipples. The twine keeps me tight and excited.
    Reaching behind me, you
slip the dildo out of my ass. It feels strange to have the
vibrations gone, but I can feel you better without the distraction
of the humming.
    You drop the dildo on the
floor and take my ass in your hands, squeezing roughly. I press my
lips over yours, my tongue darting into your mouth when you
moan.
    At long last, your control
crumbles. With a grip like steel, your hands bite into my ass,
grinding me down on your cock. The smooth, curved hardness punishes
the softness inside of me in a way that makes me so close again, so
very close to cumming.
    "Do it, my little slut.
Fuck me."
    Your voice takes on that
tone again. The one that makes me weak, that makes me obey. It's
the voice of my master, the voice I find impossible not to
obey.
    I speed up my riding,
bouncing on your lap and grinding hard, squeezing you with every
ounce of energy I can muster. You tense under me, driving me up
like a bronco, straining as you lift me high. An agonized groan
rises from deep inside you as I feel your heat mixing with my
own.
    "Oh God…" is all I manage
to say, squeezing you to get every drop. Your thrashing under my
threatens to throw me off, but I cling, riding you.
    Gradually you slow under
me. I try to get off of you, but your hands hold me like a vise.
You open your eyes and smile, pressing me down.
    "Don't worry about it," you
say. "I keep a clean suit on the back of the door in case I ever
have to change for a meeting. Don't get up. I want to sit here and
feel you, being inside of you."
    You wrap your arms around me, holding
me so tightly I can barely breathe.
    "You were worth every
moment of the wait, Gabrielle. You're not going back to Atlanta.
We'll discuss that over dinner. Right now I just want know I have
you here in my arms. That you aren't going anywhere."
    You close your eyes and
sigh as you pull me against you. I relax into you and close my
eyes, listening to the sounds of traffic below. Your breathing
slows, pulling me further into the spell you've woven around
me.
    The afternoon is deepening
into evening. Down below the city is coming alive in the night.
Across the street our hotel room is empty, and the toys are waiting
in the dark. Your plans for me are a mystery yet to
unfold.
    But all of that is for
later. For now we're the only two people in our private world high
above the city. In that strange and thrilling new world, everything
is right.
    The End

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MASTERFUL

    Jesse Joren

Copyright © 2015 Jesse
Joren
    ISBN-10: 1512141550
    ISBN-13: 978-1512141559

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    This is a work of fiction. Names,
places, characters, etc. are either created by the author or used
in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to real-life persons,
situations, etc. is purely coincidental.

PROLOGUE

    Tonight I've committed
serious crimes. Quite a few, actually, but no one is better than me
at not getting caught. Sometimes the only way to set things right
is to break every rule.
    Darkness has folded around
me like the old friend it is. Soon she'll be home, but she doesn't
know I'm here. By now I know her habits almost better than