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place where he wanted me, he sucked and teased my breasts. He grazed my nipple with his teeth and I wiggled my ass on his lap.
    Foreplay was awesome. I knew that delayed gratification could make the climax all the more intense. But with a man like Jack, someone that oozed sexual magnetism, I wasn’t sure that I could take much more fondling. Hell, if I counted all the time I’d spent watching and fantasizing about this moment, then that meant I’d already had months of foreplay.
    “Jack, I’m about to melt here. Please, I need to come.”
    I squirmed again, to really drive my point home.
    “You’ll get off when I say you’re ready, but maybe we should get rid of these pants?”
    “Yes, please…sir.”
    He stilled. He lowered his hand from my throat. His gaze scanned my face. For the second time during our bump and grind session on the couch, heat filled my cheeks. Had I crossed a line that I wasn’t supposed to have crossed?
    “How did you know to call me that?”
    I shrugged.
    “I might’ve lied to you earlier. Maybe I have watched you doing some interesting things.” I leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Maybe you and I share some of the same interests, Master Jay .”
    “You’re very wicked, Violet. Spying on me. Watching me with my submissives. Perhaps I should punish you for that bad behavior.”
    His facial expressions grew dark and mysterious. The lush lips I'd been admiring all night formed a taut line. His jaw tensed and his eyebrows were furrowed. Jack really appeared to be angry with me. For some reason, it turned me on.
    “Stand up.”
    Not wanting to piss him off further, I slid off his lap and planted my feet on the floor.  I wobbled slightly and brought my thighs together to steady myself. I could feel how incredibly drenched my pants were.
    If I'd soaked through my own jeans then...
    I glanced at his lap and was mortified. My face burned and I knew I was scarlet.
    “Don't be embarrassed,” he said as he looked at the oval-shaped wet spot on the fly of his jeans. “I find the fact that you’re turned on enough that you've soaked through your jeans and onto me incredibly sensual. I won't wash these after I take them off tonight. I want to see that stain so I can remember just how wet I make you without even touching your pussy.”
    My clit pulsed at his words. I was relieved and even more aroused than ever by his reaction. It was so hot to learn that I’d turned him on in that way. To know that Jack thought it was sexy that I’d leaked all over his pants was erotic as hell.
    ”Now, I plan on punishing you, you wild, wicked thing. Take off your shoes and pants but don't do anything else until I come back.”
    I did as he said and watched him walk out of the room. The tension left my shoulders. I was so relieved that he found the damp spot I'd left on him hot. I kicked off my flats and peeled my skinny jeans down my legs. The thong stayed on my hips.
    Jack entered the living room with his shirt off and a flogger in his hand. My nipples stiffened to the point of almost being painful. Obviously his idea of punishment was my idea of excitement. He sat on the couch and I stood in front of him, between his knees.
    “We’ll probably have to work up to this.” He tossed the flogger onto the empty couch cushion next to him. “We can start with the tried and true method.”
    He splayed his hand wide and wiggled his fingers for emphasis. Jack motioned for me to turn around, which I obeyed. I faced the wall and stared at the pictures of the New Mexico desert. Since I couldn’t see him it only enhanced the experience for me. I didn’t know what to expect, but as had been the case all night, Jack set the pace and tone. It was the most erotically frustrating experience of my life. He walked his fingers up the curves of my cheeks and rested them on the top of my rump.
    “Such a perfect ass.”
    A slap landed on my left cheek so quickly I jumped. The smack that came next was harder and the