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was pretty
sweaty-I needed a shower. I pulled off the shirt, tossed it in
his direction. "Good job, kid." He smiled-quickly-swiveling his head to catch the shirt in his teeth. Great reflexes. He
dropped it gently on the floor, in front of him, and bent down
to kiss it.
    I sat down on the bed and had him remove my shoes
and socks-with that talented mouth, of course-and then I
kissed him. A long one, holding his curly head in my hands.
    "Well," I murmured, nuzzling him, breathing in his
smell-and my own, "you didn't blow it after all. So when
you go downstairs to Steve, you can tell him I said you were a
very, very good boy today."
    He thanked me, a goofy, angelic look in his eyes.
    I sat back up, folding my arms. "Do you think he'll have
any kind of reward for you?" I asked.
    He smiled. "Oh, yes, Jonathan," he said, eagerly. "He
promised that if I was a good boy, I could give Sylvie and
Stephanie their punishments. If they need them."

    "Well, you'd just better hope they need them, hadn't
you?" I laughed. "What would you use?"
    "Oh, well, I know Steffie needs it, Jonathan." He had to
work to keep from grinning too widely. "And I'm not sure
what I'll use. A buggy whip, I think. Yeah, I think."
    I stroked his hair. I hadn't known he was capable of that
hungry grin. "Did anybody ever tell you you look a hell of a
lot like me?" I asked.
    But, "Uh, no, Jonathan," his bewilderment was quite
sincere. "Uh, thank you, Jonathan."
    I stood up and stretched. I needed that shower. "You can
go now, kid," I said.
CARRIE
    "Did you like the story?" he asked anxiously.
    "Of course," I said. "You know I did." Well, the Randy
part, anyway I decided not to think too hard about the Kate
part. Or the fact that he'd had so much to occupy him, so
soon after I'd been gone. Dumb, I chided myself. I mean,
what did you think he'd be doing? Ridiculously, I'd imagined
him bleak, unshaven, alone. Languishing for me, I guessed.
Yes, languishing was the word I wanted.
    He looked a little shell-shocked now, though, amazed
by how much he'd enjoyed telling me everything. He'd really
thought that all those times he'd had me tell him stories, I'd
been doing it purely for his entertainment. Damn, I thought,
another bottom's secret blown.
    But he still needed to be reassured that I'd enjoyed
hearing it.

    "No, really" I laughed, summoning up images of blackened, blistered palms and pristine white T-shirts. I took his
hand and dragged it over my breasts, my painfully hard and
swollen nipples. He moved his palm back upward, slowly,
over my throat, to my face. I kissed his fingers, sucked them.
He moved his hands down over me, cupping one of them
under my ass in the protected curve where it met the top of
my thighs, stroking me there, while his other hand probed
my asshole. He kissed me, using his teeth. I came-not
tumultuously but I let myself, I had to-it was still thrilling
to come whenever I felt like it. And when I calmed down,
I became aware of one of his fingers up inside my ass, the rest
of his hand still curved around it. He moved me toward him,
as he might have drawn me to him on a leash, and settled
back, sighing contentedly, a sovereign exacting tribute.
    Not exactly high finance, guessing the currency he
wanted to be paid in. But always as mysterious as high finance,
discovering that what he wants is exactly what I want most in
the world to do. I let the feeling wash over me while he moved
his finger a little higher up me. And then I dragged my lips,
still achy from when he'd bitten them, down over his chest,
the fine black hair on his belly. Down to his cock.
    Slowly, slowly, he's getting longer and harder every time
I move my mouth over him. Curving up toward the top of
my mouth. Stay up near the tip a few times. Treat myself.
Roll my tongue around it. But he's not going to wait ...he's
pushed deeper, over and past the roof of my mouth and back
to my throat. He wants me to go fast now, and now it's not