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disconcerting. Time would tell.
    “Go down the hallway and into the first door on your right,” he instructed her, stifling his wool gathering. “There is an adjoining bathroom. Take care of the wand and then choose a dildo from the case on the wall of the playroom. Stand under the cross and wait for me.”
    Ivone pattered forward, having slipped out of her shoes. He watched her slender body move gracefully down the hall, her high, rounded buttocks swaying, brushed by the soft waves of her hair that hid the lovely length of her back. His breath checked in his throat, and his vision grew narrow. He felt a spurt of defensive anger that she could so easily affect him this way and resolved to punish her for it, fully aware of how unfair that was, but seemingly helpless against it. He was again totally conflicted. It was as if she were medicine that he badly needed, and he didn’t want to take it, even if it meant good health, didn’t want to give into his need for her. He went quickly to the bedroom and searched for a hair tie that he had last seen in the catchall dish on the dresser in the master bathroom. His sister tended to leave her stuff all over his house when she visited.
    John had already managed to set a crystal pitcher of water and two glasses on a tray there. Jamison hesitated and then put one of the glasses out of sight. He wanted them to drink from the same glass, to have no separation between them. He ignored the symbolism of his act, stripping out of his shirt. He then went in search of his sub, looking every inch the Dom in his leathers.
    His breath caught again at the sight of her, standing submissively beneath the cross, the red-beaded dildo in her hand. It was his favorite, its dark color looking so hot as it split the folds of women and impaled them. He instantly wished he had something different for Ivone. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was now acting like a spoiled child who desperately wanted something and then questioned if it was really what he wanted after all, if it was the right choice. Jamison resolutely pushed his thoughts away and tended to the immediate. He took the toy from Ivone’s hand and pushed it up between her spread thighs from behind, knowing she was ready without needing to check. She stood on tiptoe until it was seated but didn’t protest, and he pressed a kiss on her shoulder. Shit, he hadn’t even kissed her properly yet, just got to the discipline and the sex. He had to get back in balance, as he found how much he wanted to kiss her. He tied her to the cross, making sure her joints weren’t under pressure, but stretching her taut. He then blindfolded her and stood back to stare without the risk of her seeing anything written on his face. He found it difficult to maintain an inscrutable look with her. She was perfect. Small, firm breasts tipped with cherry-red nipples. Waxed folds shielding what he knew to be a delectable, flavorful cunt between her rounded thighs. Her legs flowed from one curve to the next and ended in tidy, narrow feet, tipped with golden polish. Jamison longed to brand her, tattoo her with his initials right on the round of her belly where it met her hipbone. Maybe pierce her clit hood and attach a fine gold circlet. He walked around to run a hand down her spine, marveling at the suppleness of her skin and enjoying the shiver she made. He gathered her hair up and fished the elastic out of his leathers, awkwardly securing the mass on top of her head. Her back and ass shone under his gaze, the reddened patches from her previous paddling still obvious, although fading, and her thighs looked tender. Jamison decided on the single tail.
     
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    Ivone stood in intense anticipation. The dildo stretched her, but not as much as Jamison’s cock had done earlier. She knew it would ground her if he let her come. She hated it when her vagina clenched on nothing, and he probably knew it from experience. She quit thinking of how he came to have the