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salivate. He brushed her hair aside, then hooked a hand around her abdomen and hugged her closer in order to look over her right shoulder. Her nipples were hard, enticing beads against the sweater.
    “Pinch your nipples,” he whispered.
    She slipped her right hand inside the open sweater. The material fluttered, and she gasped, her bottom tensing on top of him as she arched slightly.
    “Is it good?” He wanted to hear her say the words.
    “Yes. The pain. Like when you spanked me, it hurts so good.”
    He placed his palm over her hand, forcing her to squeeze her breast tightly. “Let me feel you do it again.”
    The mirror reflected their coupling, his large hand on hers, his knees between hers, parting her legs, and the sweet, tempting triangle of her sex.
    Then she pinched, gasped, tensed, and Gray felt his body ride the edge of climax, not tipping over, but ready, so goddamn ready for her, he might actually go mad if he didn’t have her.

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    LOLA ARCHED AND MOANED, HER NIPPLE SENSITIVE, TENDER, electric.
    She’d masturbated, but never for a man. And certainly not every night as she’d claimed. Terrified of the twins sneaky ways, she’d tossed out her vibrator. And she hadn’t touched herself since they’d arrived. Maybe that was part of the reason she’d become sex crazy the moment she saw Coach Gray Barnett.
    But oh God, the feel of him against her back as she spread her legs, his hard ridge of flesh against her bottom, the heat of her own touch accompanied by his gaze, his mouth, warm and wet, suckling her finger, then his hand on hers as she tweaked her nipple hard, harder. It set her on fire.
    “More,” he whispered.
    He was big and broad, his hot hand engulfing hers, urging her. Lola pinched herself again, twisted lightly until the pain became unbearable pleasure. She arched, rolled her bottom slightly. His cock seemed to throb beneath her, and he groaned.
    This wasn’t punishment. It was exquisite torture. She wanted him to touch her, his fingers on her nipple, his hand between her legs. His cock in her.
    “Hell, that is so good, baby,” he crooned in her ear. “Cup your breasts, keep pinching both nipples.” He dragged the lapels of her sweater aside and placed both her hands over her breasts. “Yes, just like that.”
    In the mirror, she saw him reach for something on the table beside the chair. The blindfold? The gag? There’d been so many different toys lying there in wait for her.
    It took her a moment to identify the light electric hum and recognize the cylindrical device in the mirror. The vibrator. He widened his legs, spreading hers, clamped a strong arm across her abdomen, and set the buzzing vibrator to her clitoris.
    Lola cried out. The view in the mirror was mesmerizing, the sheer wantonness of it. She was spread out for him, exposed, her body twisting, rolling, arching against him. The heat was overwhelming, her whole body on fire, hot, wet, sizzling.
    “Pinch,” he ordered.
    She could barely react to the command, her mind whirling in time with her body. But her fingers moved with a mind of their own, tweaking hard, pleasure-pain streaking down to her clitoris.
    Oh God, oh God.
    Maybe she’d cried the words aloud because he answered with, “That’s good, baby, you’re so beautiful, perfect. Take the vibrator, love it.”
    She did love it. His punishment was bliss. In that moment, she was completely his, totally submissive. She’d have done anything for more of his sweet words, his hot touch.
    Then he told her the next thing he wanted. “Rub yourself for me, baby, while I put the vibrator inside.”
    “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “Please, please, please.” Her body quivered and quaked as he entered her with the vibrator. She was so wet it slid deep easily, filling her. Oh God, she wanted it to be him. She wanted the fingers on her clit to be his. She wanted his tongue.
    She gasped and moaned. Her body writhing, riding the vibrator, riding her fingers, rising higher,