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following. She remained seated, staring up at Emily’s body in an unflinching appraisal. Unnerved by the scrutiny, Emily quickly stepped out of the tub before Nat could reprimand her for disobeying. Since Nat hadn’t told her what to do next, she stood, dripping on the rug. Waiting for instruction.
    “Towels are next to the sink.” Nat reclined against the back of the tub, looking utterly relaxed. “Get them.”
    Shivering, Emily hurried to pick up two fluffy towels. She desperately wanted to shake one out and wrap it around her exposed flesh, but that would be a mistake. When she’d laid out this encounter, she had intended for orgasm denial to function as punishment. That was back when she’d imagined she would be tempted to test limits. But she wasn’t. Right now Nat held all the power, and Emily wanted only to please her.
    She offered a towel to Nat. “Would you like me to dry you, mistress?”
    Nat chuckled. “She learns fast.” She stood, sending water to sluice down her hard-yet-soft curves. “Sure.”
    Hands shaking, Emily unfolded a towel and smoothed it over Nat’s body. She kept her touch light, thrilling at the way Nat’s throat tensed when she brushed over tight nipples. Her breath hitched as the urge to drop the towel and simply touch Nat’s skin threatened to overwhelm her.
    “Thank you.” Nat caught her wrist. “That’s enough.” She stepped out of the tub and took the other towel, spinning Emily around to dry her.
    Emily bit her lip at the delicious friction created by the plush fabric against her sensitive flesh. Nat’s brusque rubdown made it difficult to stay on her feet. She swayed slightly, then gasped when Nat dropped the towel and wrapped her in a possessive embrace. Body flush against her back, Nat pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.
    “Just how long has it been?” Capturing Emily’s nipples between her fingertips, Nat twisted until she elicited a high-pitched cry. “Months? Years?”
    “Years,” Emily whispered. “Mistress.”
    “Almost like being a virgin again.” Nat nipped at her earlobe, dropping a hand to comb through the trimmed hairs between Emily’s thighs. “How exciting for me.”
    It took all of her willpower not to spread her legs for Nat. “Yes, mistress.”
    “Are you frightened?”
    Good question. The answer was yes, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to admit her fear. It had more to do with her pathetic insecurities than the prospect of being fucked, anyway. “I…the anticipation is killing me, mistress.”
    Nat grabbed Emily’s pussy, gripping her lightly. “Me, too.” Then she released her and opened the bathroom door. “Come along.”
    Emily followed Nat down the hallway to a closed door. Nat caught her hand, pushed open the door, and strode inside an attractively decorated bedroom. The décor was light and casual—nothing like the torture chamber she had envisioned in her most paranoid fantasies of what paying for kinky sex might mean. The familiarity of the bedroom immediately put her at ease.
    Until she spotted a table full of sex toys in the corner.
    Nat tugged her closer to the bed. “Kneel,” she said, pointing at the rug beside it.
    Emily obeyed, trying not to let her eyes stray to the mind-boggling assortment of dildos, paddles, and other gear she’d glimpsed on the way in. Just what was Nat planning to do to her? She’d asked for some strap-on play and spanking, but the dizzying array of toys suggested a far more extensive encounter than she’d paid for. Curiosity piqued, she clenched her fists and waited to see what would happen next.
    Nat lifted her right foot to rest on the edge of the mattress, nearly bumping Emily’s chin with her slick, swollen folds. She glanced up into Nat’s face, seeking permission. Rather than speak, Nat placed her hand on the back of Emily’s head and pulled her in roughly.
    “Lick me, slut,” Nat growled.
    Emily went to work with an enthusiastic moan. She loved performing oral sex, and she