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by dancing with his. I want to reach up behind his head and press him even more tightly against my mouth, but I know that’s not my place and I manage to restrain myself.
    And then, as suddenly as it began, it’s over. Sir pulls his mouth away. The sense of loss is almost painful. I want to reach for him with my lips to continue this amazing kiss, but of course I do not. He still has a firm grip on my chin—I probably couldn’t move my head toward him even if I tried.
    “Thank you, Sir,” I say. “That was a wonderful reward.”
    The seconds click by—five, then ten, without him saying anything. He must be staring at me. God, I wish I could see his expression.
    I hear him blow out a deep breath.
    “Not bad,” he says. “Not bad at all.”
    Not bad? He’s got to be teasing me, right? Now I really want to see his face. Damn this blindfold!
    I sense movement in front of me. I think Sir is standing up. I wait, listening closely, trying to determine what he’s doing. I think he’s moved around behind me.
    My guess is confirmed when he begins unfastening my bra strap. When I feel it come undone, I hold my arms up above my head so he can lift the bra off me. I hear it land softly on the floor, probably tossed in the same place as the rest of my clothes.
    A moment later, his hands alight upon my shoulders. Leaning forward, he slides his hands slowly down my chest toward my breasts. His groin presses against the back of my head as his hands move lower. I can feel that he’s fully hard inside his pants. I smile, happy to have proof that I’m not the only one who’s responding here.
    His hands find my breasts, sliding around the outside and then underneath, cupping them. I sigh as he squeezes them firmly—once, twice, three times before letting go. He’s not done, though. His fingers begin lightly tracing circles on my breasts, moving closer and closer to my nipples with agonizing slowness. Finally, he circles my areolas twice, then grabs my already swollen nipples between his thumbs and fingers and pinches them. It feels like an electric current has suddenly shot through my breasts. I stifle a moan. He pinches harder, and this time the moan escapes. He pinches harder still, just at the threshold of where pleasure and pain intermix. I gasp.
    “These belong to me,” he says. To reinforce his claim, he pinches hard once again.
    This time, I swallow my gasp.
    “Yes, Sir,” I say, my voice little more than a whisper. “They belong to you.”
    He seems to know how close he came to hurting me, because he’s now gently caressing my breasts and nipples. It feels absolutely divine.
    I relish the pleasure for a few moments and then press my head back against his erection.
    “And who does that belong to?” I ask.
    He laughs. “It belongs to me, Jennifer.” He gives my nipples a firm tweak. “But if you’re a good girl, I may share it with you now and then.”
    I find myself hoping he shares it with me often. I smile.
    He lets go of my nipples and I feel him stepping away from me. A sudden emptiness steals over me. Where is he going? I want him here, touching me, using my body for his pleasure.
    “Crawl to me,” he says . His voice now comes from across the room.
    I obediently drop back to my hands and knees and begin crawling toward the sound of his voice.
    “Keep coming,” he says, his voice farther away again and now a little bit to my right.
    I’ve either veered off course, or he’s moved to the side. I adjust my course and continue crawling. This is very nerve-wracking, knowing I could crash into something at any moment. I don’t hesitate, though. I don’t want to disappoint him. And if I can’t trust him with this simple thing, how can I trust him with other things he may have planned?
    “That’s it, my pet. Keep coming.”
    He’s moved farther away again. The “my pet” rings in my ears as sweetly as any compliment I’ve ever received. I wonder if he was sensing my anxiety about crashing into