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just stick with his black pants and a white dress shirt. If things went well, he wouldn’t be wearing them for long. He wasn’t going to try any vaginal penetration with her yet. He would experiment with one of the things she’d indicated she was interested in trying but had never actually done. She’d put down that she’d always wanted to try anal sex. Bryan couldn’t wait to share that painful pleasure with her. The thought of being the only man to take her back there, to give her the sensations of her first anal orgasm had him gritting his teeth. While he wouldn’t be using his cock—he’d use a small anal plug instead—he still couldn’t wait to see her little arsehole stretched.
    Would she scream? Would she cry out for more as she came all over his tongue with the toy shoved up her ass? His whole body ached with the need to fuck, and it took him a bit to come back down from that high state of arousal.
    Mastering his own lust was going to be a challenge. He would have to keep himself on a very tight leash. Kira was absolutely beautiful when she orgasmed, and he’d like to see her do it over and over again. He needed to get her to associate pain with pleasure, so tonight he would arouse her to the point of being mindless with pleasure and then add a sting. If he did it right, if he was patient and really paid attention to her signals, he should be able to give her a nice endorphin-packed orgasm.
    The thought of touching her, kissing her, sliding her body against his had his erect dick begging him for some relief. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about her that just flat-out did it for him. Sure, she was a beautiful woman. He’d been with plenty of beautiful women and never had this soul-deep reaction, this craving for their presence. Being near Kira, feeling her energy, had been an absolute delight. It had also been absolute torture to not avail himself of her willing mouth, but she needed to know without a doubt that his pleasure wasn’t an issue. If she was aroused, he was aroused. Simple as that. All he needed was her trust in order to take her from ordinary arousal to painful ecstasy.
    The best kind.
    Another thing he’d bet no one had done for her before.
    In an odd way, that made him feel even more protective of her.
    His cell phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket, noticing Lawrence’s number. Once Lawrence had turned sixty, Bryan had insisted that he carry around a cell phone to call when he needed something instead of trying to find him in the gigantic Victorian mansion. It had taken some time, but the butler now texted him the information. Unfortunately, Lawrence also had an odd form of texting shorthand that made no sense to anyone but Lawrence.
    Gst hz rived.
    It took him a moment, but then he figured out that Lawrence was telling him that Kira had arrived. He tossed the phone onto the table and moved quickly to his bathroom, brushing his teeth and double-checking his appearance. Finger combing his hair, he gave himself a once-over and nodded at his reflection.
    His submissive was here, she was counting on him, and he wouldn’t let her down.
    * * * *
    Kira pulled her opalescent white McLaren F1 through the now open wrought-iron gates to the entrance and into the massive circular drive before Bryan’s fabulous home. No, wait, home wasn’t the correct term. This was a manor. While her town house in the city kept her more than comfortable, there was something to be said for estates. Bryan’s boasted a gorgeous Victorian mansion, probably built in the 1850s. She was glad she’d taken the chance on coming here tonight. True, she’d questioned everyone about Bryan and had been assured over and over again that he was a good man, but how well did anyone really know anyone else? Just in case, she’d left a note on her kitchen table at home about where she was going and who she was going to be with. Paranoid? Yes, but a little extra safety never hurt.
    As she