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her hands fall to her sides when he’d ordered her to open her mouth. Now, she lightly ran her palms up the backs of his muscular thighs and gripped his taut buttocks.
    “Come on,” he muttered.
    Puzzled, she peeked up at his face. His eyes were closed and it almost looked like he was in pain. Not sure what to do, she began to lower her hands from his ass. With a moan, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet.
    “Look at me, Ally,” he told her, fingers flying down his shirt to push the buttons free. “Unless I say otherwise, you are to watch my face. Learn my expressions. Watch and pay attention.”
    “Yes, sir,” she replied, surprised at such an unorthodox command.
    He toed his shoes off as he let the shirt drop to the floor. In seconds, he was naked. Reaching forward, he tugged on the ribbon that held her toga up. It pooled around her feet. She couldn’t control the tremors that swept through her as she maintained eye contact with him. The way he looked at her made her think he wanted to devour her from head to toe.
    “Turn around,” he whispered, gesturing his hand in a circle. “Let me see you.”
    Obeying, she went fully around, wondering if the rasp in his voice meant that he was trying to control himself. Could he really want her that much? She’d read romance novels and had dreamt of a man so eager and desperate for her that he would…
    Wrapping his long fingers around her arm, he practically dragged her to the bed. He stopped and her momentum whipped her around to face him.
    With an arm around her waist, he held her to his chest and gazed down at her for a long moment. With his other hand in her hair, Ally could do nothing but stare at him. As the hand at her back moved, his mouth came down on hers.
    She moaned, pressing her body against his, wanting more of his touch than she could believe. His hand went between her thighs. With no preliminary exploration, his fingers thrust inside her pussy. She whimpered in need.
    Almost immediately, he ended the kiss, his eyes narrowed. He threw her on the bed and followed her so quickly that she was still trying to figure out what had happened when his heavy body loomed over her. His hands pulled her thighs apart, making room for his narrow hips, and he thrust his cock inside her pussy.
    She gasped as he pushed her knees to her shoulders. He stretched her. He filled her. And he fucked her as if his life depended on it.
    This was what she’d been looking for. A man taking control of her, making her take his cock, doing what he wanted to her. It was like nothing she’d experienced before.
    The pounding of his hips became faster, deeper, and harder. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the heat that filled her core. This man had chosen her from the more experienced submissives. He’d wanted her. He was using her and was relishing the use of her pussy. Friction built up. Heat rose up in her. She felt as if a coil of electricity was winding tighter in her belly, eager to be released. She barely remembered her training.
    “Sir?”
    His eyes met hers and must have recognized her need.
    “No, not yet,” he grunted.
    Denied an orgasm, Ally fought for control. He had said “no.” She’d never been denied before and now she struggled not to throw her head back and scream in pleasure. He chose me, she chanted silently. She would obey him completely. She would please him and then, maybe, he would let her come before the twenty-four hours were up.
    Her training came back to her—focus on the Dom. He’d said she could look at him, and she drank in her fill of a man, finally, enjoying sex with her. His arms were roped muscles on either side of her head. His lean, toned body glistened with sweat and his breathing was fast and shallow. Nearly as fast as the thrusts of his cock into her pussy.
    “Squeeze my cock,” his hoarse voice told her. “Squeeze hard. Now.”
    Holding her breath, she tightened her pussy around his cock. Suddenly, she