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her head and released her hair. It dropped around her shoulders, covering his free hand in a curtain of silk. He carefully gathered it in one hand and wrapped it around his fist to tug it evenly, so it wouldn’t hurt. Much. He yanked, and Myrna gasped.
    “Did I hurt you?” he asked, heart thudding. That wasn’t his intention. Rough didn’t have to hurt.
    “N-no. Fuck me, Brian.”
    “Pull your skirt up around your waist.”
    She moved away slightly. He heard the rustle of her clothes. He gave her hair another tug and then lowered his hand to make sure she’d obeyed him. His hand found the smooth skin of her bare ass.
    “Touch your cunt.”
    “You touch it,” she said.
    He tugged her hair more aggressively. “Don’t disobey me. I’m in control here. Slide your fingers inside that pussy and tell me how wet you are.”
    The back of her hand brushed his fly as she moved to obey him. He gritted his teeth so he didn’t reveal how turned on he was. She needed to think he was in control here. Good thing it was dark so she couldn’t see his expression; he knew it revealed his deep longing. When the sound of her wet flesh accepting her fingers reached his ears, his belly tightened with need.
    “Are you wet?” he asked gruffly.
    “Y-yes.”
    “Are your juices dripping down the insides of your thighs?”
    “Almost.”
    “Rub yourself until they do. I want that cunt hot and wet before I fuck it.”
    “Brian?” she pleaded.
    He tightened his hand in her hair. “Do it.”
    The sounds of her fingers rapidly stroking her flesh had his balls aching in seconds.
    “That’s it, baby. Get ready for me.”
    He released her hair so he could move behind her. He unfastened his pants and jerked them down to his knees. His cock pulsed with excitement the instant he freed it.
    Myrna crooned with impending release.
    “Are you wet now?”
    “Yes… Oh God, yes. I’m going to—”
    He slapped her ass with a resounding smack.
    “Did I say you could make yourself come? No coming unless I’m inside you. Understand?”
    “Y-yes,” she gasped.
    Fumbling in the dark, he gathered her hair in his fist again. With his other hand he sought her hand, which was still working between her legs. He captured her wrist and shifted her fingers from her pussy to her clit.
    “Rub that greedy clit while I fuck you. Don’t stop rubbing until I come. I don’t care how many times you get off between now and then. Keep rubbing it.”
    “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Brian,” she said in a low voice.
    He hesitated. Maybe he was being too bossy. He loosened his hold on her hair.
    “I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” she repeated, “but I like it.”
    He yanked her hair. “Do you want to be fucked?”
    “Yes. I want you to fuck me.”
    “Then you better rub your clit like I told you.”
    “And if I don’t?”
    He slid a hand over her ass and slapped it again. Her entire body tensed and she shuddered.
    “I’ll paddle your ass raw.”
    “Oh God,” she said breathlessly. “If we had more time, I’d resist more,” she whispered. “Next time.”
    And there would be plenty of next times. A lifetime’s worth.
    She groaned as she began to work her clit. “I’ll do whatever you say, Master Sinclair.”
    “Good,” he murmured to her. “Rub it fast and hard—don’t tease it. Get yourself off.”
    He used his hand to guide his cock into her hot, slick opening. He thrust into her with gentle, shallow strokes to wet himself with her juices. Intense pleasure coursed the entire length of his cock as he plunged deep with one driving thrust. Myrna cried out, her pussy gripping him in hard spasms as she came.
    “Don’t stop rubbing yourself just because you came,” he said.
    Her vocalizations grew so loud, he wouldn’t have been surprised if someone opened the closet door to investigate. He didn’t want her to quiet down though. He wanted her to scream his name.
    Brian possessed her with a relentless hard and fast