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hard nipples were exposed.
    God, he wanted to touch them.  To take one in his mouth and taste it.
    “Very nice.”  He held out his hand and she stepped forward, then placed her hand in his.
    God, she was trembling.  At the realization, protectiveness surged through him.  She wanted this, but she felt vulnerable.
    “I want you to take off your panties.  I want to see your beautiful, naked body.”
    “Yes, sir.”  The words came out almost a whisper.
    He watched aptly as her fingers glided under the elastic of her panties, then she slid them down slowly.  His breath held at the first glimpse of a dark strip of tight curls peeking from the top of the lace.  Then more as she slid them down further.
    Below the little landing strip, she revealed her soft, feminine folds.  She pushed the panties down her thighs, then to the floor and stepped out of them.
    When she stood up, his cock swelled at the sight of her totally naked body.  Her breasts were perfect.  Round, topped with dusky rose buds.  Her pussy was like the delicate petals of a flower.  A moist, dewy flower.
    He wanted to run his tongue over those delicate petals, gliding over them.  Tasting her sweetness.
    “God, you are so beautiful.”
    “Thank you, sir.”
    He stood up and took her hand, then led her to the bedroom.  If they had been at his house, he would have led her to the special room he had for playtime.  He would have chained her to the wall, then introduced her to some of the sensual pleasures of feathers and floggers.
    But he had to work with what he had here.
    “Lie down on the bed.”
    Her eyes widened at the sight of the soft cuffs, one lying on each corner of the four poster bed.  With the sturdy, adjustable straps attached to the cuffs, he could pull both arms taut with a single tug.  And spread her legs as easily.
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    Jacquie obeyed his command, lying in the middle of the spacious, king-sized bed.  Her naked body hummed under his heated scrutiny.  It was so strange, and intensely sexy, being totally naked while he was fully dressed in a suit.
    He picked up one of the soft cuffs and wrapped it around her wrist.  The light touch of his fingertips playing on the underside of her wrist sent tingles through her.  Clearly, he had been confident he would convince her to stay since he had the cuffs waiting for her, already attached to the bed posts.
    He walked around the other side of the bed and cuffed her other wrist, then did the same to both her ankles.
    He smiled as he walked to the head of the bed again, then grabbed the free end of the strap attached to her wrist and pulled.  She sucked in a breath as both her arms were pulled taut, stretched away from her body.  His gaze lingered on her breasts as he strolled to the end of the bed.  Suddenly, her legs were spread wide as he tugged on the lower strap.
    Now she was spread-eagled, totally open to him.  Her vagina ached as he gazed at her intimate flesh.
    A wide smile spread across his face.
    “I like seeing you like this.”  He walked to the side of the bed and rested his fingertips on her hip.  His fingers glided over her naked skin, an inch or two toward her crotch, then curved upward over her belly.  Tingles danced across her ribs as he continued higher, then his knuckles brushed the underside of her breast.
    “Do you want me to touch your breast?” he asked, his gaze locked on her puckered nipple.
    Her inside fluttered.
    “Yes, sir,” she answered hoarsely, wanting it so bad she could faint from the need.
    He chuckled, but his fingers glided away, then circled her navel in a slow spiral.  When he moved away, she sighed in disappointment.  He pulled open the drawer on the bedside table and brought out a sleep mask.  He smiled as he placed it over her eyes, then slid the elastic around her head, holding it snugly in place.
    She lay there, enveloped in blackness, listening to her own erratic breathing.  She wasn’t sure where he was.  Was he still standing