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in his encyclopedic mind as he could glean from her, most of which were added through his own observation rather than her coming out and telling him what it was that she found hot for him to do to her body. He squeezed his arms around her, completely eliminating her ability to move, while at the same time making sure that his right hand ended up hovering – almost threateningly – over her mound – not quite touching it, but with his fingers landing very lightly over the top of the very edge of her lips, his palm just below her belly button.
    Then he made sure that his mouth was right next to her ear. He had found that he could use his voice to quite an advantage with her. He'd found that her responsiveness in that way to be not only one of the highest compliments any woman had ever given him, but also an incredible turn on. He loved saying out loud to her the things that he intended to do to her in the future, or talking about things he had done in the past while he held her helpless and inexorably stroked her into pure bliss.
    As he let his fingertips feather their way down to almost tickle her outer lips, completely without forcing them between her legs, he whispered sternly, "Miranda, love, open yourself to me. You know you must when I ask." He added that last part for effect, feeling her body give a short spasm that he knew her body cut off because her mind didn't want her to comply with his orders. He liked watching her conflict, knowing he could end it at any moment and simply force her to obey, but delighting in her struggle to do as she knew she must.
    When she finally began to separate her knees, he immediately insinuated a foot between them, catching it behind her knee and prying it apart as she tried to fight him, but, as always, to no avail. He held her open wide, draping her calf over his then carefully placing his other leg over her foot so that she had no hope of moving it.
    "You are at my mercy, little one, and you know what a small reserve I have of that commodity. You'd best obey me or the belt – and you – will sing again tonight before I let you find your pleasure." She tried to throw herself against his arms, writhing and twisting and fighting, but he wouldn't allow her to move enough to make any headway at all. When he took her like this, he used that deep, hypnotic bass of his to say things like, "Surrender to me, Miranda."
    She said an emphatic, "No!" but nothing came out. So she shook her head vehemently and Mace had to laugh. She would go down fighting, this one.
    But it was his job to see that she did go down, that she acquiesced to him when he required it of her, and he delighted in doing so, every single time.
    As he held her immobile, he let his fingers claim the area that his spreading her so wide had left completely undefended – the most vulnerable parts of herself laid bare for him. He didn't grab at her; he didn't rush to send fingers up inside her to claim her. Mace knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she already was his. This was more to prove that to her than to him. "I am going to make you cum so hard you get your voice back," he murmured against her ear, the threat no less stark for its gentle delivery.
    And she knew that if anyone could achieve that particular miracle, it was him.
    "This is one of my favorite ways to have you – besides beneath me. I know it's considered boring but I really do love settling myself between your legs, hearing your breath catch and watching those amazing eyes of yours go wide as I fill you all at once. I adore how tight you are for me, even now, as if every time it's hard for you to accept me, but you always do in the end, don't you, sweetheart?"
    Because he didn't give her a choice! she thought, but couldn't say. His fingers became bolder against her most secret spot, and suddenly she couldn’t even think it – or anything else, for that matter. All of the fight went out of her, she was ashamed to say, when those knowing fingers began to claim