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anticipation of whatever came next. Slowly he ran the tip of the crop the length of the crevice separating the cheeks of her ass. The muscles of those delectable rounds clenched and another tiny moan escaped her. He eased the tip up and down, loving her reaction, especially when he found her anus and poked the tip into it ever so slightly.
    Pulling the crop back, he traced the inside of her thighs—up one and down the other…again and then again. He loved the way she trembled with expectation, despite her obvious effort to maintain control.
    There was barely a second between the moment he stopped his teasing and smacked her ass with the crop. His cock flexed as he eyed the thin stripe of bright red that appeared. Without waiting he struck again—on her ass, her thighs, her shoulders. As each stripe appeared and her moans of pleasure grew louder, his own excitement increased. He was glad he’d left his clothes on for the moment because it gave him at least some measure of control over his hungry dick.
     He had to force himself to stop at the count of fifteen, afraid in his rising lust he might overdo it. She was panting heavily now and a fine sheen of perspiration covered her skin. Slade tossed the instrument aside and moved to press his body to hers.
    “Feel my cock against you, girl?” Even through the fabric of his slacks he knew the bulge was unmistakable. “Do you? Permission granted to answer me.”
    “Yes, Sir.” Her voice had a breathless quality. “It feels very, very good.”
    Slade smiled to himself. It was going to feel very, very good inside her before the night was over.
    Reaching around, he cupped her breasts, taking their weight in his palms. With thumb and forefinger he pinched her nipples…hard. He was rewarded by her sharp gasp of pleasure so he pinched them again, feeling the hardened buds swell beneath his touch. He was pleased to note that, despite the sensations obviously running through her, she still kept her head bowed in the proper submissive mode.
    Whoever had taken over her training here at The Edge had done a good job. The interest he’d seen kindled in their session five years ago had obviously exploded into full immersion for her. If he had any regrets, it was only that he had not been around to be the one who had taken her through the steps and taught her the things she needed to know. He would have loved seeing her unfold like a flower as each session took her deeper and deeper into a D/s relationship.
    Moving his hands over her rib cage and down the slight curve of her tummy, he found her clit and gave it the same treatment as her nipples. He heard her sharp intake of breath then she rocked forward into his touch as much as her restrained position permitted. Her cunt was so wet his fingers just slid along the slippery surface of the heated skin.
    “I’m going to rub this little bundle of nerves,” he said, his mouth at her ear. “I enjoy the feel of it beneath my fingers. But do not come. Do you understand me?”
    This would be yet another test of her submissiveness and her ability to obey instructions.
    Shuddering at the control she would need, she nodded her head.
    “Excellent. You know,” he continued, his mouth at her ear, his fingers busy at her clit, “I still dream about the feel of your mouth on my cock. The touch of your tongue. The heat of your mouth. You did so well that night. You don’t know how hard it was for me not to let myself come in that sweet hot cavern. Let my cum slide down your throat and see you swallow it.”
    Indistinguishable sounds of pleasure burst from her lips both at his words and at the light, teasing movement of his fingers over her clit. He could tell from the sounds she was making and the tension rippling through her body that she badly wanted to come but she knew that to disobey his order would only bring punishment and perhaps denial of fulfilment. What a good little subbie she’d turned out to be.
    “Tonight,” he went on, teasing