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spread, Elise felt the moisture begin to flow once more from her vagina, and her breasts tingled. She rubbed her nipples against the wall, and Ross immediately stopped touching her.
    “If you stimulate your breasts, Elise, I’ll tie you to a cross and add to your correction, and I’ll use my belt.”
    Elise froze, and Ross resumed her spanking. By the time he finished, she was whimpering in frustration, searching for something she had just vaguely glimpsed. It was overwhelming, and she was angry with him.
    “Why were you punished?” Ross demanded.
    “Because I didn’t do as you asked and trust you to know what I needed,” she said sullenly.
    Ross waited. Elise thought hard.
    “And because I spoke out of turn and failed to call you Sir.”
    Ross immediately released her binds and caught her to him, bestowing a kiss that made her senses swim and her knees actually give way beneath her. He praised her and told her how proud he was of her for taking her punishment so well. He carried her to the bed, lifting her effortlessly, and Elise marveled at his strength. She felt absurdly happy that she had pleased him, had been such a good student, her feelings of anger polarized. He covered her with his body, his furred chest tantalizing her nipples and his leather pants sliding erotically over her belly and thighs, the ridge of the whip a dark reminder of his power. She lost herself in his kiss and moaned when he tore his mouth away and slid down her, pressing kisses against her inflamed skin, nibbling on her hips bones, flicking his tongue into her navel.
    Elise arched into his touch, clenching her hands on the sheet. She spread her legs wide for him as he dipped his dark head between her thighs. For a moment, all she could feel was his breath as he inhaled her scent, and then he fell upon her, licking and suckling very crevice and fold, drinking her essence. She heard someone begging and realized it was her voice in the quiet of the room. When Ross pushed two fingers into her, she tensed, despite how lubricated her sheath was.
    “You are tight, Elise,” he said. “How long has it been, sweetheart?”
    Elise squirmed restlessly. She wanted him to do it, get on with it, and he persisted in talking to her. Communication was important, she got that, but she needed him to fuck her.
    “Elise.”
    She flinched at his tone and hurried now to answer. “I don’t remember exactly. Maybe fourteen years. Sir.”
    Ross rose up to kneel between her legs, his fingers now pressing deeper, pressing against a secret spot, and stared into her face.
    “Fourteen years! What in hell is wrong with the men you know?” he asked incredulously.
    Elise was so relieved that he didn’t blame her for the dry spell. Although, truth to be told, it had primarily been her decision. She simply hadn’t been interested enough in sex or men in general to combine the two, unable to move past her fear and self-disgust. Not that she wasn’t well versed and competent sexually. Child brides tended to learn fast and well where she came from, or ended up getting hurt. The latter had happened despite her best efforts, and she pushed those memories away with the ease that came from considerable practice. Ross had again located that sensitive spot high up inside her, and Elise found herself writhing against his touch. When he lowered his head again and sucked her clit into his mouth, she screamed as her climax blindsided her. It had been a long time since anyone had ever cared before if she had pleasure, and it overwhelmed her, even more than the physical sensation itself. She held her tears back with supreme effort.
     
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    Ross stared at this woman with deep satisfaction. She looked absolutely beautiful in the throes of passion, her hair tangled around her face and spilling across the pillow, her lips swollen from his kisses and the flush of orgasm now receding from the tops of her luscious breasts. The amber nipples softened even as he watched. He