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Yes, I liked spanking and bondage, but I'd always cared more about my partner's wellbeing and feelings than stroking my ego. It was a bit of an oxymoron that as a Dom, I found myself willing to submit to whatever she needed to reach ultimate pleasure. And in a strange way, that itself was the power trip. " Tears formed in my eyes without warning.
I prayed that he wouldn't notice.
I lay there in the darkness, hugging the blanket I'd bunched up at my stomach tighter. But that only brought more tears. Yes, I had a confirmed good-ole case of the winter cold that just would not go away. I'd started sniffling and coughing almost two weeks ago after my thirtieth birthday celebration (which had consisted of just the two of us, a bottle of chocolate sauce, a container of whipped topping, my little toy box, and the kitchen island).
But there was more to my current demeanor.
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He'd taught me there was an art to eating pussy. How to squirt. The right and wrong way to use my teeth on his cock. to avoid his balls with them. I'd learned he was extremely sensitive when I used my tongue to play with his hardware.
Chris groaned. "Oh, God, Holly. Mmm. That was. whew.
" "That's why she wanted to talk," I said more to myself than Dirk. He nodded. "Partly. " "Why now?" Chris's voice was tinged with anger.
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I knew it wouldn't be long now. He held my head down suddenly, making me gag. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I flinched and cooed. Then he was traveling back to the middle and upwards again through the valley. I whimpered all the way only to gasp when his fingers turned outward and briefly brushed the insides of my breasts.
Beneath my back, I fisted my hands, willing myself to hang on. In addition to trying to avoid speaking, I was trying to avoid coming because he hadn't given permission.
I ended up in the original position but with my hands held over my head on the mattress, the pillow pressed lengthwise between us. Below it, though, I could feel his erection pressing at my thighs, which had been bared in our tussling. I struggled to free my hands, but his grip tightened. "Thank you for being so concerned for me, honey.