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a very vivid imagination, Mr Flanders.’
    He closed on her again. ‘Then what did she say she wanted, miss? How does she want me to fuck her in the future?’
    ‘If you must know, she wants to be loved. She wants to be kissed passionately and taken very slowly until she climaxes.’
    He stood back, set his head back and laughed loudly, his large hands spread on his hips, his belly pumping. Gael could see that his bulge was swollen inside his shorts but he didn’t try to disguise the fact.
    She glowered. ‘And what’s so unusual about a woman wanting to be loved like that?’
    He grinned. ‘I think young Sophie’s been stringing you along, miss. If I know anything about her, all she ever wants is a good whipping before I fuck her.’
    Gael was in a spin. She sensed that he was right. And even though he used the F word liberally, it was the only word to use for the way he’d taken the girl. Sophie had clearly loved every second of it.
    She tried to move away but he took her chin again and pulled her face towards his own. She trembled as his lips closed upon hers.
    He whispered, ‘Would you like me to fuck you, miss?’
    Gael tried to look away but he raised her chin and kissed her lips again. It was a tender kiss and it made her resolve melt. Perhaps he was romantic after all. Perhaps his hardness with Sophie had only been forshow. Or perhaps he’d only been rough with the girl because that had been what she’d wanted.
    ‘Have you ever felt a man, miss?’ It was whispered into her mouth as she held her lips apart, breathing deeply to relieve her tension.
    She shook her head and swallowed.
    He took her hand and ran her fingers down the long bulge in his shorts. As the fingers flexed and rubbed him, a sigh of pleasure passed his lips. Now she knew that he was sure he had her under his spell.
    ‘So – what did you see by the lake, miss?’ His gaze was fixed upon her face now, not missing a flicker.
    Feeling more confident, she smiled demurely. ‘I saw you naked, teasing Sophie.’ She palmed his bulge and held it, her fingers curving around his testes. He was so strong inside his shorts. She wanted to bare him and hold his hot flesh in her hand.
    ‘Did you see me lick between her legs?’ He whispered it as he pushed his bulge forward.
    Gael nodded with her eyes half closed.
    ‘And did watching her being licked there make the place between your own legs moist?’ He kissed her lips again.
    This time she remained silent.
    He took her chin and lifted her face to his. ‘And what else did you see me do?’
    She turned her head away but he turned it back. ‘I think you saw how I spread her on the grass and drove this into her.’ He pushed himself into Gael’s palm again. ‘Do you know how it feels as a man opens you out with the hardness of his cock, then spurts inside you, miss?’
    She shook her head again, her eyes cast down. ‘I only saw you at a distance. I’ve never seen . . .’ She gulped. ‘I’ve never seen a man in great detail.’
    He made her look up into his eyes, a knowing smirk on his face. ‘Yes. I thought you were naïve.’ He pushed into her hand with little rhythmic motions of his hips,the bulge hard and long now. ‘Would you like to feel it in the flesh? There’s nothing to be afraid of.’
    She lowered her eyes once more, keeping up the pretence of innocence.
    Without waiting for her consent, he pulled his zip down and undid his leather belt – the same belt that he’d used to tie Sophie to the bough. Then he peeled his fly apart.
    Gael’s hand was trembling as she touched the warmness of his penis. It was huge. She wanted it. Here. Now. On the table. On the floor. My God, any way at all. But she knew she must not. She’d sworn to teach him a lesson for the way he’d taken Sophie and the way he assumed he was going to have herself.
    As the shaft sprang out, he made her take it, wrapping her fingers tightly about its girth. The musky scent of it made her reel. Her nipples