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and see what comes next.
    “Now I want to make you happy.” She strutted toward him and
he involuntarily stepped back. “Are you afraid? No need to be afraid of me.”
    “No, I’m not afraid.” Steve waited for her.
    She stood in front of him and gazed into his eyes. “I want
to make you feel good and you know I can.” She touched the tip of her
forefinger to his chest and wiggled it back and forth, making a trail down his
belly to the waistband on his pants. “Don’t you?”
    Steve held his breath. Holy fuck, he thought he was going to
burst. He reached out to take her shoulders and that’s when she grabbed his
dick and squeezed him gently. He nearly shot to the roof.
    “Take off your pants.”
    He did as he was told and threw them in the corner.
    “Boxers too.” She tapped the paddle gently on his aching
cock.
    He whipped them off in no time. She dropped her gaze to his
dick and then met his gaze. The look on her face and in her eyes was so fucking
sexy he felt the building pressure of orgasm stir. Fuck! He couldn’t come like
this. He grabbed his dick and squeezed. He wanted to fuck her, not stand here
like a thirteen-year-old and come spontaneously.
    “Let go.” She rapped the paddle on his knuckles.
    He let go.
    She reached for him and cradled his cock in the palm of her
hand, sweeping her thumb over the tip, which sent a powerful shudder rumbling
through his body.
    “I thought you’d be asleep.” He grunted, making efforts to
keep himself in check.
    She shook her head. “No, just a catnap.” And she giggled as
if it were a hilarious joke or something.
    Clare bent over and caught him by complete surprise when her
lips spread over the tip of his cock and she deep-throated hm. His legs nearly
buckled. He ran his hands down her back to the curve of her waist and grabbed
her ass for support.
    “Ahhh.” He groaned with every stroke and flick of her
tongue. Unable to stand much more of her sweet torture, he pulled his hips back
until he popped out of her mouth.
    She stood, one hand still gripping his cock and the other
behind him. Did she still have that paddle—? A sharp burst of pain on his ass
answered the question.
    “Time for you to lie down, cowboy.” She gave him a little
shove with her fingertips and he let himself fall onto the bed. His dick,
ramrod straight, pointed at the ceiling. She reached for a bottle and squeezed
lube into her palm She dropped it beside him and the chilled container struck
him like ice. Clare rubbed her hands together and brushed them over his knees.
Her slippery fingers stroked up his inner thigh and massaged his balls.
    “Holy shit. You’re killing me.”
    “Such a lovely big cock you have. The kind I like to ride.”
    “That’s exactly where I want you.”
    “All in good time.” She focused on his dick. “Mmm, don’t you
just love this slippery stuff? It makes stroking your cock so easy and sweet.”
    He looked down at her hands working expertly with his
hard-on. “Ya baby, that’s it,” he grunted through his clenched lips.
    Clare laughed and her slick fingers fondled him up and down,
ending with a twist at his cock head. He bucked off the bed and she laughed.
Steve moaned, no longer capable of words. She managed to rouse every nerve
ending until he hummed, making him feel more alive than he ever had before. He
reached for her and she sidled away.
    “Come on. You can’t keep me hanging like this.”
    “Yes I can and I will.” She picked up a black silky-looking
rope with tassels at the end from her table of goodies and turned to him. “Have
you ever been tied up?”
    Steve shook his head. “No.”
    “Do you want to be?”
    He watched her slide the robe in her hands and could almost
imagine it was his dick she was stroking. “Try anything once.”
    “I’ll remember that, cowboy. Now, put your hands over your
head.”
    He raised them and let her tie his wrists to the headboard.
Once they were secure, she traced a fiery trail along his inner