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burning through her.
He was splitting her in two, filling her more completely than she'd ever been
filled. She wanted him to pull out but never wanted him to move. Every stroke
sent fire and electricity racing over her nerves until she wanted to cry.

Her hands abandoned her breasts as she shoved two
fingers into her cunt, alternating strokes between the two holes. She barely
realized that she was crying out his name as she came again. She withdrew both
sets of fingers, muscles turned to jelly. She needed a bathroom. As she stood,
she remembered her instructions. A glance at the clock told her that it was
only six thirty. She still had another half hour before Vance arrived and she
wasn't supposed to stop masturbating until then.

The first touch of her finger to her clit made her
body twitch. It was sensitive, swollen from the stimulation. But he'd told her
that if she stopped, he'd spank her. As much as the fantasy had turned her on,
it wasn't something she actually wanted to experience. Knowing how ridiculous
she looked but not caring, Courtney began to walk, one hand between her legs as
she searched for a bathroom. She found a sink rather quickly and washed her
hands. Then, still gently rubbing her clit, she made her way back to the living
room. There was a dull burn in her ass as she sat, but she forced herself to
admit that she'd liked it. That's what it was about this whole situation, she
thought. There were things that she'd never have tried on her own, but that
she'd ended up liking, almost as if Vance understood her better than she did
herself.

The friction between her legs was less pleasant now,
laced with an edge of pain, but she still found herself coming, the pain
turning it into something else, something darker and more intense than she'd
felt before. Her wrists and arms were aching as she stared at the clock,
willing the big hand closer and closer to the twelve, desperate for Vance to
arrive, to be allowed to stop. Her body felt like it was on fire, every touch
of her over-sensitized clit and pussy sending tears streaming down her cheeks,
but still she didn't stop.

When she heard the front door close, she nearly
sobbed in relief, every cell in her body begging for the relief that only Vance
could bring. She couldn't hear him, but she knew he was there, could feel his
eyes on her. Instinct told her that acknowledging his presence wasn't a good
idea but, as her body cried out for mercy, she couldn't stop herself from
begging.

“Please,” she sobbed. “Please, please...” The word
continued to fall from her lips even as her exhausted body pushed itself to the
brink once more.

“One more time and you can stop,” Vance's voice was
soft as he stepped out of the shadows and into her eye line.

“Thank you,” she gasped, her limbs going rigid as
another orgasm ripped through her. “Thank you.” Her hands fell to her sides,
fingers wrinkled and wet, the muscles in her hands and arms cramping. Her
suddenly vacant pussy pulsed, contracted. The relief of being allowed to stop
was so intense, fresh tears started streaming down Courtney's cheeks.

“Oh, baby.” He stepped closer, eyes fixed where
Courtney's legs were splayed apart. “Your pussy's so red and swollen, your clit
so engorged, I can see it.”

Her hands fluttered as if to cover herself but she
didn't even possess the strength to close her legs. When Vance ran the tip of
his finger over her slit, she whimpered, body jerking in response to contact
with overly sensitive flesh.

“Look at me,” his voice held the now-familiar quiet
authority.

She did as he asked. She didn't think she could sit
up. Moving her head had taken way too much energy and she doubted she'd be able
to muster enough to do much more.

“How many?”

She knew the question should've made sense. After
all, something was tugging at a memory in the back of her mind. It was
important, she knew, but it escaped her.

He raised an eyebrow, features hardening when