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licked her.
    “Oh.” Intense pleasure swamped her senses.
    But his mouth moved away from her. He smiled, then swam away. She started to slide her ass back.
    “No, stay exactly where you are.”
    She stopped and sat in this awkward position, her feet under the water flat on the concrete wall of the pool, steadying her.
    A moment later, he swam toward her again, then she felt his mouth on her. This time he glided his tongue the length of her slit, pummeling her with pleasure.
    “Oh, Mason, I…” But she caught herself before she made the same mistake.
    His mouth moved away and his gaze locked on hers.
    “I mean, thank you, Sir.”
    He laughed, then pressed his face to her folds again and covered her flesh with his hot mouth. His tongue worked at her, sending a heated frenzy through her. He teased her clit and she moaned, feeling the pleasure cascade through her. His fingers glided inside her and he stroked her passage. The heat built within her and she could feel an orgasm building.
    She arched against him and he drove his fingers deep, while he tongued her clit.
    Oh, she could feel it approaching, that delicious promise of release.
    She arched again but as the sweetness of the pleasure cocooned her, he grabbed her waist and pulled her into the water. Her feet hit the bottom and she stood waist deep, the cool water surrounding her heated, intimate flesh.
    He shoved her against the side of the pool and his big cock drove into her, pinning her to the concrete.
    His arms tightened around her, pulling her close to his hard, wet body, but only from the waist down, careful not to crush her clamped nipples against him.
    He pulled back and plunged his cock deep into her again. After his intimate attention, her body was eager and ready. He thrust a few more times, then pressed his lips to her ear.
    “Are you close?”
    She nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes, Sir.”
    “Good. Now show me how willing and able you are to do what I tell you. I’m going to keep fucking you, but you are not to come.”
    She couldn’t help groaning.
    He thrust into her again, his big, hard cock stretching her. He picked up speed, hammering into her, his cock sending wild, tingling sensations through her with each stroke. It was pure torture feeling the pleasure build in her and fighting it back. But she was determined to survive this. To hold off the orgasm she so desperately wanted. Because she wanted Mason more. And to have him, she had to prove that she could meet his needs. That she could follow whatever command he gave her.
    He pounded into her and she whimpered at the joyful sensations building in her. He tugged on the chain dangling from her breasts, and she yipped at the pinch of the clamps.
    Then he thrust forward, grinding his pelvis against hers.
    At the flood of heat inside her, she had to fight back the rising orgasm with every cell of her being. Just barely stopping short before flying over the edge.
    He groaned and she held her breath, squeezing him between her legs, desperately fighting the onslaught of pleasure.Finally, he drew back and his cock slipped from between her legs. She moaned in disappointment.
    He tipped up her chin and smiled at her.
    “Good girl.” Then he kissed her, his lips moving gently on hers in a sweet, loving kiss.
    Then it was over.
    “Now go make me some lunch.”
    *   *   *
    After lunch, Mason went to his exercise room to work out, then returned, showered and smelling wonderful. For the rest of the afternoon, he read, with her on the leather couch beside him, his hands casually stroking her. Sometimes just a glide over her hip, or arm. Sometimes, slipping between her legs and teasing her to distraction. He spent hours doing that and by the time evening rolled around, she was desperate to be fucked.
    “Sir, may I ask you a question?”
    He glanced up from his book. “All right.”
    “When are you going to fuck me?”
    He smiled. “Not today.”
    “Oh.” Disappointment lurched through her.
    He