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replacing the flogger on the wall and setting out the other parts to be sterilized, all the while letting Shannon find her own way out of subspace.
    “Untie me?” she asked after a few minutes, sounding unbelievably coherent from where she had been just a short time before, begging him for more.
    Master quickly released her wrists, then ankles, and passed her a warm washcloth to clean her face.
    “Stay there while you get your legs back,” Master said in that voice that made my dick weep with anticipation. He crossed the room to me with long, easy strides and looked at me with his head cocked to one side, as if he were considering something.
    He grabbed my chin, his arm shooting out to hold me roughly. “You’re an incredibly beautiful example of a man,” he said, words that should have been cheesy, but the roughness of his voice made them so erotic. “I want you to come for me, Jesse.”
    Master’s lips crashed down on mine and his denim-covered cock brushed just softly against my own straining dick, and that was it, I was gone. My scream rivaled the volume of Shannon’s cries of torture, but this was pure pleasure.
    “Good boy,” he whispered, his lips still pressed lightly to mine.
     
     
    “ O KAY , I’m going to go order some food,” Shannon said, hopping down off the table. “Is pizza good?”
    “Shannon, I don’t give a damn,” Master growled as his hands roamed over my body. “Just make sure you get in your half hour of tai chi.”
    “Fine, that’s fine. I want pepperoni, I think.”
    “Jesse’s allergic to mushrooms,” Master said as I started to whimper under his touch, my skin hypersensitive from my orgasm. “Now, unless you want to watch me fuck him right here, you’ll go.”
    “Going,” she chirped, and I heard the door close before his mouth was on mine.
    “I need you, so fucking bad,” Master said, his fingers kneading my ass. “If I take you to my room, will it wreck your headspace?”
    “No, Master,” I said, just desperate for him to keep touching me.
    He bent his head to my chest and removed one of the nipple clamps, his tongue replacing the metal as he soothed my throbbing skin. After kissing across to the other nipple, he licked that one, too, as the chain fell to the floor with a dull thud. Next he tugged the rope for me, releasing my bonds, and the anal hook and the climbing rope joined the clamps on the floor.
    “I’ll clean up later,” he said absently, taking my hand and pulling me from the room and leading me down to his bedroom.
    I followed him. I would follow him anywhere when my head was like this, my naked body the last of my concerns when considering what was to come. He slammed his bedroom door behind us and took long strides to his bedside table, where he grabbed a bottle of lube and tossed it at me.
    “Prepare yourself,” Master commanded. “Nothing is going in your ass except your fingers and my cock, so make a good job of it.”
    He started to undress, so I turned away from him, propping my foot up on the edge of the bed and bending at the waist so he got a good view of what I was doing. I would have liked to watch his striptease, but, as always, it was about his needs over mine.
    I opened the lube and poured a liberal amount over my fingers, then reached back and pushed one inside me. It was a new sensation; even when masturbating I never touched myself there, which is odd when thinking about it because I get so much pleasure from anal stimulation. I had to bite my lip to stop a moan as the pad of my wet finger teased the puckered skin, igniting all the nerve endings there and making my cock throb.
    “Get on with it,” Master growled from behind me, and I immediately complied, pushing my finger in up to the knuckle.
    It was strange, feeling just how tight I was, how my muscles clamped down on the invading digit. As soon as I was comfortable with one finger, I quickly pushed in the second and worked the lube around, scissoring my fingers to stretch