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couch.
    “Now put these on
again.” I held up the strappy heels to her, dangling from one of my
fingers.
    Hesitant, she retrieved
them from me, then slipped into the pair. I liked watching her bend
over, twisting slightly as she fastened the buckles, her hair still
up in a demure ponytail. With those long legs she certainly didn’t
require the heels to look like a knockout, but there was something
about heels paired with lingerie and nothing else. I felt myself
growing hard, a long, thick erection pressing against my jeans.
    “That’s good.” I
shifted in my seat and unfastened my top button. My cock strained for
release. “Now take off your shirt.”
    Nervous, excited, she
looked at my crotch, unbuttoned yet still zipped. I knew without
saying it again, she was thinking about what I’d said this morning.
She needed to take her punishment. Her lips parted sweetly. Oh, what
I had planned for that lush mouth. She was thinking about it, all
right, and she wanted it as much as I did.
    Complying with my
command, she lifted her shirt up and overhead, then tossed it lightly
next to her jeans on the couch. I swallowed. Soft, lush curves
wrapped in creamy lace, naughty and nice all at once, like Kara
herself. Flushed and jittery, she stood before me, a heady mixture of
nerves and arousal as she displayed herself. I knew her well. She
needed me to help bring out this side of her, access the deep well of
pleasure she had hidden within.
    “Turn around and show
me,” I ordered, my voice growing gruffer with desire. Her panties
skimmed the swell of her buttocks, rising up and dipping down. I
wanted to trace the outline with my tongue, rip them off with my
teeth.
    By the time she turned
back to face me, her nipples were peaked, swollen and straining at
the fabric.
    “Come here.” She
took a slow step toward me. My cock grew harder as I spread apart my
large, muscled legs. “Kneel.”
    She sucked in her
breath at my primal demand. Then she knelt down on one knee, then the
other, right between my legs. Her eyes flitted to the massive bulge
in my jeans. I brought my hand down and ran a thumb along my thick
length. Her eyes widened as she followed the movement.
    “Kara.” My voice,
low and controlled, stroked her. “This morning, you touched
yourself for me. Do you remember how you did that? Stripped naked and
kneeling before me, your hand in your pussy?”
    “Yes.” Her voice
came out in a hushed, beckoning moan. She brought a hand to rest
lightly along my inner thigh.
    “Hands by your
sides,” I stopped her. She froze, then returned her errant hand,
fingers back to graze her outer thigh. She had to learn who was in
control. “Now, you and I need to discuss something.” I kept my
voice firm, disciplined. “Do you remember this morning? When I came
on your tits?”
    “Yes, and I—”
    “Answer only what I
ask you, Kara,” I commanded. “Do you remember when I came on your
tits?”
    “Yes.” Her lips
closed and she looked up at me shyly. The more she showed how much
she loved me taking control, the further I wanted to go.
    “Think about it. I’m
going to ask you a question and you need to be completely honest with
me. Did you like it, Kara?” She moaned, swaying slightly. “Did
you like the feel of my come dripping off of your tits?”
    “Yes,” she panted,
aroused by her confession. Her breasts strained against the creamy
lace, her nipples hard.
    “I marked you, Kara,”
I continued, my voice low, level, controlled. “You’re mine. Say
it.”
    “I’m yours,” she
readily agreed.
    “Good,” I growled,
her compliance feeding my hunger. “Now show me your tits.”
Swiftly, she did as I asked, removing her bra. She knelt before me,
her breasts rising and falling with each breath, naked and full. I
brought one finger to the bottom of her swells. She shivered, her
eyes closing.
    “Your breasts are
very sensitive, Kara. Even the slightest touch brings you great
sensation. That’s very good.”
    I removed