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down, stroking with a firm grip of ownership.
    He whispered a warning. “Mind yourself.”
    “Why? Your client looks happy.”
    “Do I look happy?”
    “Not even a little. Are you afraid I’ll steal your client away?”
    “Not even a little. You keep this up, though, and you might find yourself bent over that throne.”
    Again, she gave him her most wicked, queenly smile. “That’s not a very good threat.”
    “You want me to bend you over that throne?”
    Given the sudden heat in his eyes, the hunger, and her own responding flare of frenzied anticipation, she faltered. She thought about it a moment, the ramifications of giving in to this ill-advised attraction. Once again she was reminded of the very thick, sharp-edged line between business and personal. “I do and I don’t.”
    Thomas watched her a while, then did what he did best. He assumed control all at once, nudging her gently away from him, and shedding the rest of his clothes. Then he snapped his fingers to the young sea captain whose mouth had fed on her so demandingly.
    The young man left the table to lean close to Thomas. Amanda stood uncertainly by while Thomas shared a whispered word. Finished, he stepped away to kneel on the table, giving an order that his client should be on all fours before him. The courtesans helped position the woman, then slipped away from the table, removing themselves from the fantasy. That left the young lord and the servant girl, who had moved on from oral pleasures. Now the servant girl sat astride the lord, riding him, undulating at a rapid, mesmerizing pace. The girl’s full, soft breasts jiggled with every wave, and the young lord could not keep his hands away, grasping, holding the weight of them in his palms.
    The captain, meanwhile, came over to lift Amanda’s right arm and deftly unzip her corset. Her costume fell away, and the young man tossed it onto the throne. He caught her up with one strong arm behind her knees, the other at her shoulders. Up the stairs and behind the throne he went, then into a narrow hallway. A few feet later he took a sharp right into a softly lit Moroccan-themed room. Cushions littered the floor, and her young captain set her down on one.
    “Thomas’s orders,” he said.
    His eyes still harbored unsated hunger, but he turned away a moment, fumbling hurriedly into a small treasure chest. He came out with a golden vibrator, and she let out a sound halfway between relief and encouragement.
    Now she took back some control of the situation; Thomas’s orders or not, if this young man had been ordered to pleasure her, she would pleasure him in return. She pulled and tugged him into 69-position above her. She wriggled until she had his shaft in one hand, his balls in the other. The balls she began to kneed forcefully. His shaft she held steady while she licked at his tip.
    The captain growled against her pussy and the vibration left her stinging and aching, dripping with need. He lifted his head and pressed the vibrator to her clit. She cried out as the buzzing ignited a tempest of sensation. Frenzied now, she sucked and kneaded, then let one hand wander to his anus. She rubbed and pressed. He escalated into driving the vibrator inside her and suctioning his mouth onto her clit.
    Whimpering, on the very edge of release but fighting it to ride the pleasure out a little longer, she wet her fingertip and, without bothering to be gentle, poked it into his anus. The tight muscle there clenched and he gasped against her cunt. At the same time, she felt him go still.
    He lifted his head. “Oh, God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. But here. Take this. It’ll go easier.”
    He placed something into her hand. A bottle. Lube, she realized. Good timing. She may not get her penetration until tomorrow, but she would be allowed to play and experiment on him tonight.
    Onto her fingers and between his buttocks, she dripped a generous amount of lubricant. When she once more wiggled her index finger against