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to.”
    “That’s a good girl. I control your orgasm now. You come for me or you don’t come at all.”
    Gulp.
    “Yes, Master.”

Chapter Nine
     
     
     
    He took my hand and led me back down the hallway. We walked past the room with the swing and my heart sank.
    “Aren’t we going in there?” I asked, still hopeful that he would change his mind.
    “You’re not ready.”
    “I am,” I pleaded. “I am.”
    “Earlier you were not, so I will not believe you now just because you are lusty.”
    Lusty was the word. I don’t think I’d ever been called that before, but it described me to a tee. I would have said anything, done anything, just to be given the sweet release of orgasm.
    Jeff opened the door to his bedroom. It was a minimalist place painted gray and the bed was covered by a dark duvet. There was a black dresser, but otherwise, no artwork on the walls or other decorative accents. On his bedside table was a book, face down. I went for it.
    “Stop right there, my little slut,” he ordered. “Did I give you permission to snoop?”
    “No.”
    “I know you want to see what I’m reading, but you’ll have to earn the privilege.”
    “All right,” I said, willing to do whatever it took. I did really badly want to know what book he was in the middle of.
    “Get on the bed.” His command was the elixir I had craved.
    “Gladly.”
    “But first pull off your panties and give them to me.” The way he ordered me around was like a military officer telling me to drop and give him twenty.
    “Yes, Master.”
    I did as he’d said, leaving only my stockings. I handed over the lacy undergarments, soaked with my desire. He held them to his face and took in a long deep breath, closing his eyes.
    “You’re magnificent,” he said. “Now. Lie down.”
    Putting my head on his pillows, I looked to him for further guidance. I was still wearing my dress, anxious to have him rip it off, but sensing he didn’t have that in mind anymore.
    “Finger yourself,” he said, still towering above me, watching.
    I was acting out my very own solo porn fantasy. I’d tuned into webcam girls before, mostly out of curiosity. In front of Jeff, I acted out what I’d longed to do, but had never had the right conditions for. The confidence it took to oooh and ahhhh at my own touch in front of him was outstanding. With each flick of my clit, I thought I would make myself come, but I knew that I wasn’t supposed to.
    “Lick your fingers,” he ordered.
    I did. “Mmmm.”
    “Describe the taste.”
    “Kind of sweet. Salty.”
    “Spread your legs now. Let me see how wet you are.”
    As my thighs brushed against the soft blanket he’d thrown atop his duvet, the exposure threatened to undo me. Though still wearing my dress, I was as naked as I’d ever been in front of anyone.
    “Tell me what you want.”
    “I want you,” I said.
    “You want me how?”
    “I want you inside me.”
    “You want me to fuck you,” he corrected.
    I nodded.
    “So tell me that.”
    “I want you to fuck me.” The words reverberated. I had not said words as strong as that before, preferring euphemism to hardcore language.
    Jeff undid his belt, ripped it off and threw it to the ground. He undid his jeans, letting them slide to the floor. He stepped out of them and removed his socks. When he stood back up, I saw his erection beneath the boxers. He pulled his shirt over his head and revealed a muscular build. He produced a condom from the top drawer of the dresser, and in seconds, that was all he was wearing.
    He filled me. I gasped at the stretching, the accommodating of his enormity. He had me in every way I could imagine. First he was on top of me, then beneath. I was on my knees, then on my back. Finally, he had me on top of him again, riding him as he held my waist.
    “I’m close,” he said, nearly panting. “How do you want me?”
    “Like this.”
    With that, he let go. He throbbed inside me, pulling my hips to his. A loud groan came from