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her in ways she knew were designed to drive her to the edge of sanity as he proceeded to do just that, using all of his skill and everything he knew about her tastes and her body's reactions to what he was doing to hold her there, not yet allowing her to fall over the edge, into that abyss of bliss.
The tips of his fingers were rough. He might have been a captain of industry, but he worked his ranch like any other rancher, when time permitted, and he'd grown up on it doing just that. He had calluses on his calluses, and thus when he stroked three long, thick fingers down her seam, he set off many more fires than were already burning within her even though his touch was extremely light, as if he was afraid of injuring her.
She tried to moan, but nothing came out, so she moved her body restlessly as much as he would permit instead, which wasn't much. She hoped he would get the hint, and his throaty chuckle told her that he did, but also that he was unlikely to end her suffering any time soon.
How did he make his whole hand seem to vibrate against her? She'd wondered since the first time they'd gotten together, but it did. Two humming fingers presented themselves gently at the entrance to her body, as if he was asking for her permission, although she knew that that would be the furthest thing from his mind. He didn't need permission to touch her or take her anywhere at any time.
He was just biding his time, dipping his thumb inside her first and swirling it around to coat it completely with her juices before removing it and sliding it very slowly up to the spot on her body that had been awaiting his touch the longest – her clit. Only he didn't do anything but place it there, and only then did he begin to insert those big fingers into her. At her ear, he hissed, "Submit yourself to me completely, Miranda. There is no other way to get me to grant your pleasure."
Still she tried to strain and throw herself against the muscular bonds of his arms, but he had made her so much weaker now that it was a feeble attempt at best.
But he would not allow her to cum until he knew that she had lost the battle against herself and was his, with no reservations of any kind in her body or her mind.
He hadn't bothered to cross his fingers, and side by side they were about as wide as his cock was, perhaps just a little smaller, but they scraped against every inch of her delicate tissues as they lay claim to her. She tried, with mixed results, to keen as it was happening, to register her complaint at being handled like this, her brain tried to convince her. When ninety-nine percent of her knew the truth of it – that it was to let him know just how close she was, how much she ached and throbbed and nearly wept with just the pleasure of having any part of him at all inside her.
"That's it, darlin'," he encouraged as his deep, low voice washed over her. "Let me have you. There's nothing you can do to prevent it from happening anyway. You might as well enjoy it."
Her last energy was expended at that, still trying to escape, but soon she had exhausted her meager reserves and felt herself slipping, slowly, into submission, right where he wanted her to be.
Mace felt her delicate sigh of acquiescence, felt the muscles beneath his arms relax completely as she melted back against him, and both his heart and his cock swelled at the sight and feel of it. He wished it could be easier for her to do, as it was for some women, but he had no problems at all helping her get there, in whatever way would heighten her pleasure the most.
As a reward for her capitulation, he began to move his thumb very, very lightly, very slowly against that fleshy bud, up and down, then around and repeated at an excruciatingly slow pace.
Miranda could only drum one heel against the mattress in protest of how long he was taking, and when she did it, all she got from him was a chuckle. "Someone is impatient, I see, but impatience isn't a very submissive trait, now, is
The tips of his fingers were rough. He might have been a captain of industry, but he worked his ranch like any other rancher, when time permitted, and he'd grown up on it doing just that. He had calluses on his calluses, and thus when he stroked three long, thick fingers down her seam, he set off many more fires than were already burning within her even though his touch was extremely light, as if he was afraid of injuring her.
She tried to moan, but nothing came out, so she moved her body restlessly as much as he would permit instead, which wasn't much. She hoped he would get the hint, and his throaty chuckle told her that he did, but also that he was unlikely to end her suffering any time soon.
How did he make his whole hand seem to vibrate against her? She'd wondered since the first time they'd gotten together, but it did. Two humming fingers presented themselves gently at the entrance to her body, as if he was asking for her permission, although she knew that that would be the furthest thing from his mind. He didn't need permission to touch her or take her anywhere at any time.
He was just biding his time, dipping his thumb inside her first and swirling it around to coat it completely with her juices before removing it and sliding it very slowly up to the spot on her body that had been awaiting his touch the longest – her clit. Only he didn't do anything but place it there, and only then did he begin to insert those big fingers into her. At her ear, he hissed, "Submit yourself to me completely, Miranda. There is no other way to get me to grant your pleasure."
Still she tried to strain and throw herself against the muscular bonds of his arms, but he had made her so much weaker now that it was a feeble attempt at best.
But he would not allow her to cum until he knew that she had lost the battle against herself and was his, with no reservations of any kind in her body or her mind.
He hadn't bothered to cross his fingers, and side by side they were about as wide as his cock was, perhaps just a little smaller, but they scraped against every inch of her delicate tissues as they lay claim to her. She tried, with mixed results, to keen as it was happening, to register her complaint at being handled like this, her brain tried to convince her. When ninety-nine percent of her knew the truth of it – that it was to let him know just how close she was, how much she ached and throbbed and nearly wept with just the pleasure of having any part of him at all inside her.
"That's it, darlin'," he encouraged as his deep, low voice washed over her. "Let me have you. There's nothing you can do to prevent it from happening anyway. You might as well enjoy it."
Her last energy was expended at that, still trying to escape, but soon she had exhausted her meager reserves and felt herself slipping, slowly, into submission, right where he wanted her to be.
Mace felt her delicate sigh of acquiescence, felt the muscles beneath his arms relax completely as she melted back against him, and both his heart and his cock swelled at the sight and feel of it. He wished it could be easier for her to do, as it was for some women, but he had no problems at all helping her get there, in whatever way would heighten her pleasure the most.
As a reward for her capitulation, he began to move his thumb very, very lightly, very slowly against that fleshy bud, up and down, then around and repeated at an excruciatingly slow pace.
Miranda could only drum one heel against the mattress in protest of how long he was taking, and when she did it, all she got from him was a chuckle. "Someone is impatient, I see, but impatience isn't a very submissive trait, now, is
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