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swirled with velvety chocolate brown. A blue the hue of twilight. When I don’t protest, don’t even respond, he matter-of-factly works the lube into my pucker, smears a bit more on the dildo, then positions it, his eyes intent on our reflection in the mirror.
    Heat flashes through my aching pussy.
    “Spread, baby,” he says, but he’s not asking and that makes me even hotter. He widens his legs. My bent knees rest beside his hips, the tops of my feet braced on his thighs, my nails once again digging into his shoulders. He cannot sink any deeper into my swollen channel and I’m now totally vulnerable to him.
    He’s still looking at my face, unapologetic, and there is no hint of quarter in his dark eyes. If I can’t handle his demands I am the one who must halt our play. My implicit, unquestioned trust in Jack stems from the fact that from our first time together I’ve been able to say no, always. I simply don’t.
    The pressure increases slowly, patiently. Jack never rushes, not even on the night fifteen years ago when he took my virginity in the more conventional sense. The head of the dildo expects entrance to my ass, but without meaning to I’m resisting. His free hand leaves my hip and slides into my damp curls to find my clit. Three liquid strokes, a shocking counterpoint to the insistent push against my ass, and I quiver, sensation leaping through me. I soften, relax and the head slides in, just a bit, just enough to make my eyes widen.
    I clench my fingers into his shoulders and while the tip of his finger continues to caress my clit with a feather-light touch, the dildo’s progress ceases immediately. Sensation, however, does not, but rather beats under my skin. My heart is thundering in all my pulse points, the rhythm a deep violet, and my nipples are throbbing caps on my breasts. Heavy electricity is collecting in my groin, sparks firing in my clit, in the stretched nerves of my passage and in the tight ring of muscle about to be unquestionably breached for the first time. Between the rhythmic stroke of his finger, the unceasing demand of his thick cock in my pussy and the heated promise of the dildo, tendrils of pleasure are weaving a net, dragging me into a whirlpool of desire.
    I want this. He’s given me a taste. Now I want it all.
    “Please,” I say, and while he makes no noise, I see his lips form the word fuck. Jack is eloquent. Fluent in Latin and French. My surrender has reduced him to single syllables of Anglo-Saxon origin.
    The pressure against my pucker is now a demand, and I wince as the head pops past the ring of muscle. At the same time, however, my cunt spasms from his wickedly knowledgeable attentions to my clit, and the line between pleasure and pain blurs, then disappears. I arch into his finger, inadvertently clasping the dildo, and oh, it feels so good. He works it in and out, shallow, easy thrusts that glide over astonished nerve endings and send pleasure expanding through me. And while his cock is stationary in my pussy, the dildo creates a heightened sense of fullness, each stroke contracting me around his shaft.
    “Look,” he says, his normally smooth, even voice a harsh rasp. “Look in the mirror.”
    I peer over my shoulder to watch him fuck me in the ass with a sex toy. My dark hair hangs in sweaty tangles around my flushed face, and the length of my spine reminds me of a string of pearls. The curves of my ass, round and even and perfectly matched are far less pure than pearls, though, as is the carnal image of the lifelike shaft working me over. I stare in shock, then my eyes meet Jack’s in the mirror. Connection arcs electric and visceral between us and suddenly need sears me. I can’t keep still anymore. I rise and fall, impaling myself on both his hard flesh and the dildo.
    He’s got one hand on my clit and the other on the toy; I’m balanced on his lap but using the strength in his shoulders to keep myself upright as I gyrate under his fierce gaze, back arched,