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that he performed a striptease or anything. The efficient way he
pulled off shirt, sneakers, sox, jeans, and underwear had its own satisfaction.
A man of action, his movements were smooth, elegant even. He was obviously used
to doing a quick strip as a former soldier. If he was self-conscious about
being naked in front of her, he didn’t give any indication.
    For her part, Juliette remained passive as she saw the
magnificent body unwrapped for her pleasure. At least she gave no outward signs
of how desirable she found him. The sight of his upper body alone with all its
finely sculpted muscles had her pussy quivering. Already hard, her nipples
tingled and ached within her bra. The urge to rub them against Trey’s smooth
chest nearly overwhelmed her. Her fingers clenched against her beloved flogger,
a distant second to their desire to clasp and squeeze the high, taut globes of
his ass. She had to bite her lip to hold back the gasp when his dark, rigid
cock sprang free. Her new boy was a damn fine toy. When he was done stripping,
he stood silently before her.
    “Stand closer to the wall, facing it,” she ordered with a
weaker voice than she would have liked. Chastising her softness, she took him
by the wrist and secured it to one of the manacles. She crossed behind him to
do the same thing with his other arm and pulled the restraint tight. His arms
extended fully above his head, yet he could still stand comfortably on the flat
of his feet.
    Now that he was contained, she gave into the temptation to
touch. When she ran the fingers of her free hand across his shoulders, his body
shivered. Good. She liked that he enjoyed it. Despite the warmth of the room,
fine goose bumps rose up from his skin. She detected them as she petted him
down his back and over his ass, his firm squeezable ass. He gave little
reaction except a small murmur of pleasure when she copped a feel. But when her
fingers wandered over to explore the crease between the globes, his body jerked
from her touch. His breath hissed out and not in a good way.
    Juliette circled toward his side and studied his face. His
lips were set in a tight line. “You don’t like ass play, do you?” she ventured.
    He shook his head once. “No, ma’am. Sorry, I’m not
comfortable with the idea of taking anything up there.”
    Juliette cocked her head. “Well, most men are a little leery
at first. We’ll work on it.”
    Trey said nothing, although his expression spoke volumes.
“Like hell we will,” was how she read it. Doubt crept back in. She couldn’t go
through another relationship where everything was a battle. This man might be
more straight-forward than Tom was, but still, it gave her pause.
    “Stop it.” She was looking for excuses to end this
relationship before it even started. Of course an alpha male would worry about
yielding his asshole to a woman, or anyone, really. She was getting ahead of
herself again. So she let it go and ran her hand down the smooth terrain of his
chest. Almost hairless, his skin stretched tautly over finely sculpted muscles.
She dipped her fingers in and out of the valleys of his abs, careful not to
touch his cock. His breathing turned ragged from this simple attention, and his
eyes drifted shut. His nipples jutted out, begging to be tweaked. With thumb
and forefinger, she pinched and tugged each in turn. He gasped. His eyes flew
open before narrowing in obvious pleasure.
    Juliette was delighted at how responsive her new toy
appeared. She returned to standing in back of him. Instead of touching him more
with her hands, she used the flogger to caress his back and buttocks. She
weaved the soft flays across the expanse of his skin in a way designed to sooth
and lull. When the muscles in his shoulders relaxed, she flicked the flays at
him to lightly sting. He showed no outward reaction to the low-key pain, so she
continued the game of petting for a while and flogging. Each time she snapped
the flays against his body, she increased the