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labored and the hairs stood
up on his body.
    With him at her mercy, Juliette allowed herself the pleasure
of touching him some more. She ran her fingers lightly down his arms and across
his shoulders. The muscles bunched under her touch. “Relax,” she whispered into
one ear and was pleased when she felt the tension drain out of him. She kept
going to pet and cup the taut globes of his ass. She was tempted to slip a
finger into him, but didn’t. She remembered his reaction from the first night.
Pegging would be something she would need to introduce slowly. She would do it,
eventually. It was the ultimate surrender for a straight man and unless he
surrendered to her fully, there was no future for them.
    She was getting ahead of herself, again. For now, there was
so much fun for them to have. She retrieved her flogger from her bag and
returned to stand behind him. Without warning, she went to work on his
shoulders, beating first one side and then the other. Each time the suede tails
hit, he uttered a gasp or a groan. She moved down to his ass quickly, careful
to avoid slapping the flogger against his kidneys or around his hips. Instead,
she went for the meat, setting a figure eight motion that soon sent her into
the zone. Rhythmic, hypnotic, she could do it all night. She bet her new boy
could take it all night, too, but that would be far easier and less fun than
what she was capable of giving him.
    She paused her stroke a fraction of a second before landing
a hard slap against one ass cheek. Trey yelled out. The wetness of her labia
increased. Her clit and nipples throbbed to the beat of her flogger. She let go
another stinging stroke, made him cry out once more, and her own breath
whooshed out of her lungs. She was hardly straining herself, yet her lungs felt
as if they needed more air. She picked up the rhythm, hitting harder,
ratcheting up the tension. Trey grunted now with each blow, his arms and legs
tugged at their restraints. A fine sheen of sweat coated his back. He neared
the breaking point.
    Recognizing as much, Juliette gave one last, hard blow and
stopped. She ran a hand over her head and yanked a bit on her braid, reveling
in the bite of pain. Time to give them both relief. Putting her flogger away,
she went to her boy and wrapped her body around his from the back. Heat poured
out of him and into her. She sighed and clasped the area beneath his balls and
tugged up to make him groan. She rubbed her own aching body against his to make
herself moan. Then she moved her hands up to his chest and fingered the clamps,
twisted them back and forth.
    “Shit!” Trey forced the word.
    “Mmm, isn’t it wonderful?” she purred, rubbing against him
even more to make her clit sing. She stretched up on her toes and first licked,
then nipped his ear lobe. “You’ve been such a good and brave boy, I’m going to
let you fuck me now.”
     
    Blood roared through Trey’s body. It drowned out virtually
every other sound except for Juliette’s voice, his Mistress’ voice. She was
going to let him fuck her now, her words. He hadn’t dared hope the evening
would include getting inside her luscious body. He tried to stay strong as she
released him from the restraints. It was hard, his body was alive with the pain
she had given him, yet numb, too. He swayed a little when his arms were freed.
But she was there for him, giving her body in support, massaging the blood back
into his hands. She led him over to the bed and pushed him gently down.
Sitting, his face was level with her magnificent breasts. Soft, round flesh
swelled over her neckline. The urge to taste overwhelmed him and he leaned
forward. A sharp tug of his hair brought him up short.
    “Uh-uh,” his Mistress admonished. “I did not give you
permission.”
    He nodded once to show he understood, his throat suddenly so
dry, he didn’t think he could speak. He remained passive as she positioned him
down on his back and secured his ankles and wrists once more with