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and across the sharp bones of her hips.  His hand stopped at her pelvic bone and he cupped her waxed pussy in the palm of his hand.  The weight of his forearm pressed between her breasts, and he pinned her body against the sloping glass of the whirlpool.  Vanessa wrapped her fingers around his arm, grasping it like she was fighting for breath.  But there was no resisting him.  He shifted her body and angled her pelvis directly above the recessed floor lamp, allowing a stream of light to flood over her bare crotch.  Then, his hand spread apart her knees.  She flinched as his wrist pressed between her inner thighs.  He kissed the nape of her neck, gently, calmly, signaling that he would not hurt her if she accepted him.  His tongue swept into her ear.  She savored its rolling wet licks, cooling her desires.  She was sweating under the oppressive heat.  Moisture from Enzo’s mouth lowered her fever.  He was preparing her for his forbidden touch, lowering her defenses, so that he could be the one to build her up. 
    Vanessa slowly felt the tip of Enzo’s finger nudge upwards into her pussy, one at first, then a second, nestling their way between her outer lips.  His left hand stroked her throat and held her chin.  Steam lifted off the whirlpool.  Perspiration glazed her forehead.  The swirling jets drummed with a swooshing whirl.  She could not see his face, only his forearm, shimmering underwater, his right hand cupped against her crotch.  But she could feel him seducing her, invading her like a criminal.  Vanessa felt herself caving in, spreading her legs wider, coaxing his fingers to explore her with every exhale of breath.  She needed a distraction, something to take her mind off his complete domination of her.  She searched out his free hand, and enveloped his forefinger and thumb with her mouth, sucking hard with provocative clucks of her tongue, mirroring the rhythmic stimulation he was creating inside her.  She reached back to feel his body.  His thick black hair, his prickly chin, his strong tense neck.  He was probing her G-spot with both fingers, massaging her clitoris with his thumb.  She wanted more.  Adjusting her seat in the hot tub, she pressed her pelvic bone against the base of his hand and arched her back, pushing him deeper and deeper, searching out a way to build and release, build and release.  Enzo found it for her.  He shifted her body, forcing her backside squarely over the ejaculating pulse of the jets.  The spouting stream thrust against her anus, stimulating her with pulsing reverberations. Vanessa surged as Enzo fingers penetrated her without restraint.  She opened her mouth to release a scream, but only dry heaves escaped.  During all her conquests of blue-collar men, she had never climaxed in this way.  Now, her body shuttered with collapsing gyrations that made all her Dominatrix desires dissolve away, like the wafting steam of the whirlpool.  Enzo released her as she heaved a sigh and slithered down into whirlpool, submerging herself under the frothing water, drowning with the inebriation of ultimate relaxation. 
    Vanessa had always believed in the thrilling adrenaline rush of domination—the invigorating power of controlling men by inciting their primal passions and preying on their sexual weakness.  But now, one thing was clear—what Vanessa enjoyed most was the thrilling adrenaline release of allowing the right man to dominate her.
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