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her pussy, “I’m going to find out if you’ve improved that technique. Although I’m not sure that’s possible.” He gave the little bundle of nerves a final pinch. “But it will be fun finding out.” He bit the lobe of her ear. “And if you’re very, very, very good, I’m going to fuck you until you don’t even know your own name.”
     
    Kari shivered with anticipation. She had played with some very good Doms over the past five years—men who had taught her the pleasure of submission, the rewards of the power exchange in a D/s situation. Men who had taken her to new heights of sexual fulfilment. But none of them had ever affected her the way this man did.
    The way he was affecting her now.
    Heat and cold raced through her in tandem waves as his clever fingers teased at her and she fought to maintain control. She could still feel the kiss of both the flogger and the crop on her skin and the pleasure/pain that grew with each stroke. She was sure her inner thighs were wet with the liquid from her cunt and the pulse deep inside her beat with the insistency of a jungle drum. She had to bite her lower lip, hard, to keep from coming. But then, as Sir continued to torment her clit, she closed her eyes and let herself drift into the first level of subspace.
    When he suddenly took his hands away and stepped back from her body she wanted to cry out at the sense of loss. But then he was unfastening the manacles at her wrists and ankles, turning her to face him and rubbing her arms and legs to relieve the strain of being stretched out for so long. When he was finished, he placed her arms at her sides.
    “On your knees,” he ordered, his gaze hot on her body.
    Obediently she dropped to her knees, eyes lowered, hands clasped behind her back in the traditional sub posture. Her ass and thighs still stung with the pleasurable bite of pain and she wished she could rub them across the nap of the carpet. But she held her pose, waiting for further instructions. In seconds she heard the rustle of fabric.
    “You may watch me undress.” His voice was deep and even but held an unmistakable thread of lust.
    Kari raised her eyes in time to see him toss his shirt to the side, slide the zipper down on his slacks and drop them to the floor.
    No underwear.
    Commando.
    His body was still as hard and lean but she spotted two scars that hadn’t been there before. Whatever line of work he was in obviously had a dangerous edge to it. Her mouth went dry at the sight of the impressive cock rising from the thick nest of rich brown curls. She’d dreamed about it so often she’d wondered if her memory had exaggerated its size and thickness.
    Not even close.
    She wanted to run her tongue over the soft skin encasing the rigid shaft that was hard as steel. To taste the velvet smoothness of the broad head—now a deep purple—and the tart, salty flavour of his cum. Feel him fill her mouth.
    She waited dutifully while he nudged his shoes away, wrapped the fingers of one hand around his cock and moved close enough that he could rub the head gently against her lips. She drew in a breath, inhaling the rich scent of his musk, her mouth already hungering for his taste.
    His deep chuckle had a rasp to it. “I see in your eyes what you want. Well, you’ll have it. Let’s see if this is as good as I remember. I promise you’ll be well rewarded.”
    Kari intended to make it better. She opened her mouth and he eased his shaft inside, sliding it along her tongue. The fit was still as tight but it felt so good. She eased her tongue around it in the minuscule amount of room available. He thrust the fingers of one hand into her hair, clasping her head and moving it to adjust the angle to give him more satisfaction. More stimulation.
    As if he needs it.
    Abruptly he pulled himself away, leaving her kneeling with her mouth still open.
    “I think we need to ramp this up a little. Rise to your feet.”
    Compliant, she stood, eyes lowered again, and waited for