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between his
fingers, nipples that were over-sensitized from a weekend of sweet abuse.
    My breath quickened when he leaned down over my shoulder and
I felt the fall of his warm breath on my ear.
    “I want you,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, a threat
I feared and craved. “All of you. You don’t know what I would take, if I could,
if you were ready.”
    I shuddered, tremors flitting down my body. I might have
spoken, but knew he wanted no words from me.
    Words belonged to him, and again they came, warm and
resonant against my ear. “You don’t know how completely you can surrender. You
can’t yet imagine what you will offer up some day. But I know, and I can
imagine.”
    His arms tightened around me, and one hand slid up between
my breasts, up to my neck, where he grasped my jaw and held my head tightly.
His teeth closed over my ear lobe and he nipped the flesh until I gasped.
    He kissed where he had bitten. “I’m your guide into
yourself, Nonnie. I can’t wait to show you where you can go, what you can
feel.”
    And then he rose up off of me, his motions smooth and
controlled, like everything he did. He stroked down my back with a gentle touch
and then trailed on down over the curve of my buttocks to the tops of my
thighs.
    He rubbed his palm over my ass, around and around. I tensed
in anticipation, knowing he was readying me for spanking. His other hand left
feathered shivers in its wake as it traveled up the inside of my thighs,
fingers playing at the bare flesh of my labia, the tips dipping into my slit
and teasing past my clitoris.
    I relaxed, sighed. He squeezed my ass, his fingers tenderly
spread me and slowly sunk inside my pussy and I groaned I was so ready for him
to take me.
    “Mmm, you know this feeling well,” he said. “Know exactly
what it is. If I touched your clit right now, you’d come within moments.”
    I had no doubt that he was right. I tightened and released
myself around his fingers, silently invited his invasion.
    “But what about this?” he asked.
    He raised his other hand and swiftly landed a sharp smack on
my ass. I cried out mostly in surprise, which is not to say that it didn’t
sting. It most assuredly stung.
    “That feeling,” he said, “you don’t know very well.”
    Then something cold and firm pressed against my asshole. The
probe.
    I heard his arousal in his voice. “You don’t know this
feeling very well either, yet.”
    I whimpered.
    He chuckled lightly. “Just think, after tonight, you’ll be
much better acquainted with these sensations.”
    I shivered.
    “Get ready, beautiful girl,” he said with a hint of menace
and promise. “This is only the beginning.”
    And then, he began.
     
     
     
    I woke up, sweaty and breathing fast. Damn. How many times
had I dreamt of that night with him? Too many. And how often did I wake up at
the exact wrong moment? Every single time. It was maddening.
    I looked at the clock. After midnight.
    I briefly considered getting dressed and going to the big
house, waking up Gibson and telling him I had needs that he should attend to.
For the craziest of seconds, I believed I might actually do it. But then reason
returned and reminded me that I wasn’t an overwrought nymphomaniac. At least, I
didn’t think I was.
    I imagined what Gibson’s response might be if I actually did
go accost him. Well, technically speaking, I had already accosted him once, and
his response had been to oblige me, more or less. Would he oblige me again?
    It didn’t matter, all the speculation. I wasn’t going to do
it, so I told myself to quit thinking about it. I stomped into the bathroom and
got a drink of water. By the time I settled back into bed, I had myself under
control, was in no danger of throwing myself at Gibson’s feet.
    Gibson’s big, sexy feet, that were attached to his long,
muscular legs, that led to his narrow hips and firm ass and toned, defined
stomach and ...
    I yanked the pillow down over my head. No more. This