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the railings of his control as Vicki’s fingers danced. He wanted to plunge at her, man as savage. Take her, have her, punish her, savor her like the fine wine in his glass and drown in everything about her. Her pain. Her pleasure. Her growing enlightenment and her instinctive grasp of everything about the game.
    But he couldn’t do that. For all her obvious affinity for the dance of power and punishment, she was still a novice and he couldn’t go roaring wild with her in the way his body wanted to. He couldn’t grab her and haul her across his lap and smack her bottom until shesobbed, racked by the same lust that tormented him, unable to keep still. He couldn’t arrange her somehow, anyhow, across the limousine’s broad, comfortable seat, then plunge his agonized cock deep, deep into her and fill her up with his hard aching flesh. Fill her and fill her again until they both overflowed into a hot red orgasm.
    As Vicki watched Red’s eyes track her fingers, her mind spun. This strange man and the hold he had over her intoxicated her body and her senses. And yet, rationally, she knew he was the same person who’d annoyed and teased back at work.
    How could that be? Had her mind shut off all that and left just her body and her libido in charge?
    Her circling fingers moved with barely any conscious volition. They glided. They squeezed. Faster and faster, locked in an irresistible vortex. Tension and arousal gathered between her legs, creating a sensation that wasn’t pain yet which gouged at her all the same. Unable to control herself, she shifted her bottom about on the leather, the sticky slide of her pussy unbearably lewd.
    Lost in dark enchantment, she closed her eyes and listened to her own moans and grunts, harsh and wild.
    “Sublime, Vicki…just sublime,” Red whispered. “Now, lift your skirt and part your legs. Show me your pussy, and show me how you play with yourself. I want to see everything.”
    Some last vestiges of rationality finally stalled her. Vicki’s eyes flew open. Oh no, not this…not her most private pleasure.
    “I can’t…”
    “You must, Vicki. Part of the game is that you can’t deny me anything.” His voice was stern and thrilling. “If you want this to end, we can stop right now. I’ll get out here, get a taxi home…and you can have a quiet weekend all on your own.”
    A quiet dull weekend, he seemed to be saying.
    The last vestiges of stubborn, annoyed Vicki wanted to say, “Right. Fine. Fine by me.”
    But it was impossible. It’d be like stopping breathing to refuse him. With trembling hands, she hitched up her skirt and parted her legs.
    “Here, let me help you.”
    Putting his cool hands on her, Red positioned her body, making her lean back against the deep upholstery, one leg stretched out into the footwell, the other across his own lap, her thighs stretched achingly wide and her pussy completely exposed.
    But even that didn’t satisfy him. After a moment’s perusal, he slid his hand beneath her and tilted her pelvis even more, so she was even more open and displayed.
    The smell of sex filled the car, and Vicki prayed that the car’s tinted glass was truly one-way. If it wasn’t, anyone could look in and see her stretched out with her sex on show, pink and moist and glistening.
    “Now continue.” Red’s gaze held hers, his fierce intensity hypnotic at such close quarters.
    Trembling, Vicki cupped her breast with her left hand and slid her right hand between her legs. Her own swimming wetness amazed her, appalled her. She’d never been like this before. She always enjoyed sex but had sometimes been slow to manifest the physical signs of arousal.
    But not with Red Webster. He’d never even touched her clit, and yet she was running like a river for him.
    She began to masturbate, feeling both shy and brazen. It was like being a novice, a virgin, almost, yet at the same time a queen of voluptuous lust. Red’s presence seemed to somehow warp reality.

    She could