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deliciously close, so their lips were almost touching. Reaching around behind her, he unclasped her bra at the back. Holding both ends tight, pulling them around to the front of her body, sliding the black straps from her shoulders, he lowered the bra to her wrists. Her exposed breasts looked vulnerable and enticing; large, creamy mounds of erotic flesh moved in a sensual manner with her gasping breath. Her face turned slightly to the side as she looked down, but Peter recognized the faint flush in her cheeks.
    Lifting his hands to her breasts, he tugged on each nipple. They grew in his hands as if reaching for him, responding beautifully to his masterful caresses.
    “How do you like your nipples pinched, Marianne? Soft or with more strength?” At first, only her swallows around her gentle panting constituted her response. When she spoke, it was in a ragged whisper.
    “I don't know. I think hard. How much will it hurt?”
    Gently caressing her breasts, Peter pulled again on the taut nipples, pinching them with a pressure lighter than he planned to use in the future. No need to give away all the surprises. As her head rolled back and she let out a moan, Peter knew he had her exactly where he wanted. He decided to push a little further.
    “I know you, Marianne. I see you. I know you're a good woman, but deep inside, you're also an insatiable slut who needs feeding.” She lifted her head a little to listen to his words. “Don't be afraid of what I'm saying. Let it wash over you.” He continued to work her breasts gently while tugging a little harder and pinching her nipples. Wrapped up in the ecstasy of the moment, Marianne's head fell back again.
    “You fear the power of the whore inside you and what she'd ask of you, but don't be worried with me. I admire the whore. I want to lure her out while I am in control. I'm going to use dirty talk with you now, Marianne. Is that okay with you?”
    Marianne let out another groan. She lifted her head toward him, her eyes glazed over with lust. She attempted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.
    “I will expect you to answer me when we play like this, Marianne. I'm taking over and giving you what you need, but I want feedback, and I will not proceed without it.”
    “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I can handle dirty talk.”
    “Can I call you a slut? Will that offend you?”
    “No.”
    “Can I call you a whore? Will that offend you?”
    Peter watched her looking at him, a man she barely knew, lust pouring out of her, still frozen to the spot, her clothes acting to hold her arms to her side. No wonder she feared bringing this to the surface. In her previous environment, who knew where it would have taken her. Under the right kind of domination, she emerged, defenses down. “No, it won't offend me. I know it's part of sex.”
    Tendrils of her compliant spirit reached out for Peter with such insistence he felt compelled to push her further. Pounding waves of lust rose and rolled within, forcing him to take deep breaths to gain some control over himself. The issue of his emotional response and the intensity of connection could be tomorrow's problem. Tonight was only about feeding her through the tumult and gently handling the precious thing in his grasp. Patience, Peter. Look after her first. We'll play harder later .
    Peter took his hands off her breasts and pulled her dress down to her ankles, peeling the bra from her hands. Carefully, he draped the dress and the bra over the back of a chair. Without turning back, he added, “Play with your nipples, Marianne. I want them to stay long, and you'll need to keep them that way.”
    It looked as though she'd never done this before, but Peter thrilled to her obvious desire to impress him. Hesitatingly, Marianne moved her hands to her breasts and began to tug hard on her nipples. Peter turned to her and continued his instruction.
    “Oh, yes, dirty talk is part of the way we will have sex, but it's also the way that I reach