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in regard to her current state. She was keyed up, enthralled, and far too eager for what came next. When she’d climbed the stairs with Sawyer, she’d been equal parts annoyed and terrified. Given the stories Stacey had shared about her experiences with Bill and the few things she’d seen downstairs, Sawyer’s treatment of her had been far kinder than she’d expected. He’d talked to her, given her a chance to put her thoughts in order, while slowly accustoming her to his touches, his soft kisses, even the pinch. He was gentling her like she’d watched him do with the horses on his family’s ranch.
    “I want you,” she whispered.
    “Good.” He took a step back and pressed on her shoulders, applying downward pressure until she had no choice but to kneel. He ran a single finger along her face. Without a word, he managed to get her into a subservient position. Arousal dampened her panties. So far, so good. Her body temperature rose rapidly.  
    “Open my pants,” he said. “Take my cock out. Run your hand along it, but don’t touch it with your mouth.”
    It was too dark in the room and suddenly she wished there was more light. She would like to see Sawyer’s handsome face and the hard flesh he’d pressed against her stomach.
    She unfastened his zipper. Tugging on the denim, she dragged it to his knees.  
    He went commando.  
    So hot.
    She grasped his erect cock, surprised by the heat emanating from him. He was long and thick and her mouth watered at the thought of taking him between her lips. She wished she could find relief, and she wondered if Sawyer would notice her touching herself. Of course he would. He saw everything where she was concerned.  
    She recalled her purpose, tried to suppress her immediate needs, and forged on. Wrapping her hand around him, she studied his girth as she stroked him. Leah marveled at Sawyer’s command of his own body as she touched him. While she felt like a kettle about to boil over, he stood in stoic silence as she explored his flesh. The devil in her prompted her to ratchet up the play, to try to provoke a response. She cupped his balls, squeezing slightly before gripping the base of his cock harder. With her other hand, she teased the mushroom-shaped head, rubbing her finger through the drops of pre-come she found there. She longed to taste him, to make him groan. She closed her hand tighter as she dragged it along his turgid flesh.
    He didn’t make a sound as he lifted his hands from her shoulders, placing them on either side of her head. His fingers tangled into her hair, and she closed her eyes when the pressure built. As she increased the force on his cock, his hands tightened—her only hint that he was as captivated by this moment as she was.
    “Pull my hair,” she whispered, her tone pleading.  
    He complied, increasing his grip until she shuddered at the delicious pain. She was slowly going out of her mind with desire. Her pussy fluttered and her nipples ached for the same rough touch. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, pulling his cock toward her lips.
    She was a hairsbreadth away from taking him into her mouth when Sawyer forcefully pulled her head back, depriving her of her treat.
    “I told you not to touch me with your mouth.”
    “Please,” she whispered. She needed him to make her feel alive. She was tired of being alone, of being an empty shell.  
    His hands cupped her face and tilted it until she had no choice but to look at him. “Give yourself to me.”
    She faltered. “What?”  
    “You haven’t given up control yet. You’re still fighting me. Trying to call the plays. Do you believe I’ll make this good for you?”
    She nodded. She didn’t even need to think about his question. She trusted Sawyer implicitly.  
    “Then prove it.”
    As she looked into his dark eyes, the tiny part of her Sawyer had claimed when they were kids grew. This wasn’t good. She was here to fulfill the needs of her body, not her heart.
    She hadn’t