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better to sex when they had fewer things to
worry about, which was weird. He had no problem focusing only on the pleasure
at hand, but it seemed as if women brought too much of the real world into the
bedroom and were slow to let go over their everyday concerns and just enjoy
themselves.
    As he watched Mary eagerly toe out of her sneakers and slip
off her socks, he considered that thought. Maybe by taking control of the
scene, he was allowing Mary to let go, to take pleasure in all he had to offer.
He had to make sure she stayed in that headspace.
    “Did I tell you to take your clothes off?”
    She froze in the act of removing her shredded underwear and
raised her eyebrows. “You’re going to stop me from getting naked?” He made a tsk
tsk sound. She looked confused for a moment, then flushed. She tried for a
shocked and horrified expression before saying in a much more theatrical voice,
“I mean, you can’t tell me what to do, you degenerate!”
    A smile tried to break free, but he forced his face to
remain blank. “You’re my toy, my slut. You do nothing without my permission.”
    She deliberately finished removing her underwear and tossed
them at his feet with a small smirk. “Fuck you. There isn’t anything you can do
to me more horrible than you’ve already done.”
    He moved on pure instinct, snatching the scrap of panties
from the ground and grabbing her around the waist before she could get more
than two steps. She opened her mouth to yell, and he stuffed the panties
inside. Her wide-eyed shock, not so feigned now, added a bit of spice to his
arousal. Who knew she would look so cute gagged with her own panties? He
wondered if she could taste her pussy on them.
    She reached to pull the panties out, and he stopped her.
“You remove those, and I’m going to duct tape your mouth shut. And let me tell
you, tearing duct tape off your pretty lips will take a layer of skin with it.
You leave the panties right where they are. Understood?”
    Her garbled reply no doubt held some swear words, but she
nodded. He tugged off his own boots and tossed them onto the sand with her
sneakers. Though she still grumbled, her muffled protests died off as he slowly
unzipped his jumpsuit, revealing his body to her an inch at a time. He liked
looking good for her and took care of his body. He liked it even more when her
nipples drew into hard peaks.
    Shrugging out of the jumpsuit, he reached for her and
watched her gaze dart between his face and his semi-erect cock. He slowly
reached out to her and brushed the hard nubs on the tips of her jutting
breasts. She had great tits and responsive nipples he loved to play with. More
blood surged to his groin, and he chuckled at her little groan of pleasure.
    Taking the length of chain between them, he pulled her into
the pond beside him until her cheerleading skirt flared around her hips like a
water lily. He pondered what to do with her shirt. It was made of a stretchy
fabric that would be a bitch to rip apart, and he didn’t have a knife with him.
The edge of her skirt tickled against his thighs, and she watched him with
heavy-lidded eyes.
    Dusky and hard, Mary’s nipples stood out on her breasts,
just begging to be sucked. He cupped one in each hand and took his time
touching them, caressing the soft undersides and gentle slope of her chest.
Women’s skin had always fascinated him and he could still remember the first
time his wife allowed him to touch the incredible softness of her bare hip. A faint
flush colored the skin close to her neck, and he smiled as she moved a tiny
step closer.
    “Close your eyes,” he ordered.
    She made some noise that didn’t sound like an affirmative.
Without looking up, he pinched her left nipple, hard, pulling it away from her
body and stretching out her breast. “Close your fucking eyes now before I duct
tape them shut.”
    She squeaked, and when he looked up a second later, her eyes
were squeezed shut. He released her breast and she moaned deep in