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rattled the handcuffs that hung there.
    Lucy laughed, the absurdity of the situation hitting her. “It was a bit, wasn’t it? But I felt…powerful. Like I could have anything if I wanted it.”
    “And what do you want?”
    Lucy pressed against him. “You.” She kissed him fully on the lips. He didn’t reciprocate, nor did he reject her. Her hand snaked down his neck, over his firm chest and stomach and to his shorts. She cupped the impressive bulge. “And this.”
    She forced her lips back to his, and this time, with her hand starting to stroke his growing erection, he met her passion. A moan escaped her. She knew she had him.
    His hard cock sprang out with a quick tug of his shorts. Lucy wasted no time to explore the thick length before shoving her hand lower, cradling his balls.
    Heath broke the kiss. “The door’s not locked.”
    “Fuck the door.”
    “What if someone comes in?”
    “Then this will make a good bloody advertisement for your services,” she replied. “Now, put your arms behind your back.”
    “What? Why?”
    “Because I’m the goddess, remember? Now do as you’re fucking told .” She grabbed his sack harder, the skin sliding over the sensitive bumps inside. Heath emitted a short yelp and quickly complied with her demands, be it with a small smirk on his face.
    Lucy clicked the free silver bracelet around his other wrist. Happy he’d stay put – and not just because of the handcuffs now! – she climbed off him and kneeled on the floor, grinning the whole time. Finally she could pop those last few buttons free and throw off her blouse. Her bra followed, and she stared up at her captive, pumping his cock and massaging the head with her thumb to encourage those tasty first drops.
    The first thick ivory drop emerged from Heath’s narrow slit. Lucy licked it off.
    “Mmm,” she said.
    Heath shivered and groaned.
    Lucy swept her hair to the side to give him the full show and placed her tongue on the underside of his crown. Teasing the responsive ridge of skin, she reached down between her legs and inside her skirt. Poking her fingers through the holes in the fishnets and pulling her sodden underwear aside, she gave her own demanding crevice some attention.
    “ Christ,” he moaned.
    Feeling his cock bob against her face, Lucy reached up and lubricated his swollen he ad with her own pungent juice. Unable to wait any longer, she stood, turned and pulled her tights and underwear down around her knees. Lifting her skirt, she showed off her cooze by holding her lips apart.
    “Now we’re going to see just how good a sex therapist you really are,” said Lucy. She manoeuvred back and sat in his lap. He poked into her bum cheek, but with a little help, his root slipped up and inside. Lucy shoved her body down, impaling herself to the hilt. This is what she’d needed all this time. Heath’s fingers were something special, but nothing matched a good hard fuck .
    “Time for me to make you squirt this time…” she growled.
    ***
    John didn’t even look up when Lucy returned home and marched into the lounge. She found him, as ever, hunched over his beloved keyboard, contemplating the lines of text onscreen. Only when she stood before him did he glance over the monitor, and she relished his reaction.
    “What’s got into you?” he said, staring her up and down. “You’re a mess!”
    Lucy imagined that she did look a state. Her blouse was untucked, she’d laddered her fishnets and her hair…
    She smiled, seeing Heath, untied and unrestrained, thrusting into her over the massage table, her hair wrapped around his fist.
    You should see the other mess he made…
    “How’s the new book coming along?” she said, ignoring his question.
    He threw up his hands. “You know the story.”
    “I think I do now.” She threw the handcuffs at him. He flinched as they clattered onto the desk. “Have I got a story for you…”

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