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shame and elation that shattered her. She’d never known this kind of pleasure existed, that another person could make her feel like she was dying—and loving every second of it. She was only dimly aware of how expertly Nat’s fingers were stroking her, or how loving her mouth seemed as it explored every inch of her pulsating flesh.
    When Emily came down from her peak, she tried to pull away from Nat, who clung to her insistently and continued to feast. Now it really was too much— just too goddamn much —and she knew that she could utter one word and end the exquisite torment, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t want this to end.
    Finally Nat released her, leaving her with one last, lingering lick. Emily’s stomach muscles twitched and she shuddered as the tension finally eased. Hot tears snaked over her temples and disappeared into her sweat-soaked hair. Her entire body buzzed with the rush of long-absent endorphins.
    Thoroughly wrecked, she didn’t have the presence of mind to wonder what would happen next until Nat climbed on top of her body and settled between her still-spread thighs. The hard length of the dildo slid against her oversensitive folds, nudging her back into awareness. Nat grabbed hold of her cuffed wrists, still tethered to the bed, and held them against the mattress.
    “You are a very , very naughty girl.” Nat shifted her hips, dragging the dildo through Emily’s wetness. Then she released one of Emily’s wrists, reached between their bodies, and guided the bulbous head to her opening. “I told you not to come.”
    “I’m sorry,” Emily whispered, then cried out as Nat thrust inside her—slowly at first, driving the cock home in one torturous motion. Breathless, Emily arched beneath her and whimpered, “Mistress.”
    “How should I punish you?” Nat seized Emily’s wrist again, pinning her to the bed. She rocked her hips, withdrawing the cock, then forcing it in deeper. “Like this? Fucking you? Should I make you beg me to stop?” Her thrusts increased in strength and tempo, bringing fresh tears to Emily’s eyes. “I could fuck you like this all night.”
    Oh, it was wonderful. Being filled by Nat, taken, used like the horny slut she often fantasized playacting—miles away from the responsible adult she’d had to be for most of her life. Wishing she could wrap her arms around Nat’s back, Emily had to content herself with pressing her lips to Nat’s shoulder instead. “Yes, mistress. Fuck , mistress.”
    And then Nat stopped moving. Emily cried out in alarm, rocking against her in a futile attempt to keep their rhythm going. Nat simply held her down more firmly. Exhausted, she gave up, accepting that she was at Nat’s mercy.
    Nat brought her mouth to Emily’s ear. “But you like being fucked, don’t you? The way you’re squirming beneath me, this seems less like discipline and more like giving you exactly what you want.”
    Emily’s heart thundered at the implication of Nat’s words. Was she going to stop ? Not knowing how to respond, Emily stayed quiet. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing, to lose this contact. The thought of having Nat pull out and leave made her want to burst into tears.
    Lifting her head, Nat took deep, slow breaths and allowed the silence to stretch out between them. She seemed to search Emily’s eyes as Emily searched hers, and Emily’s chest swelled, because this was the closest she had felt to another human being, ever. The realization stunned her into silence.
    “Should I stop?” Nat murmured.
    Emily shook her head, trying not to look as panicked as the question made her feel. She never wanted this closeness to end. “Please, no.”
    Nat raised an eyebrow.
    “No, mistress.” She corrected herself in a whisper.
    “Why?”
    Emily bit her lip hard, fighting back her emotion. Trying to explain how Nat was giving her something so much bigger than physical pleasure would make her sound crazy. Or pathetic. Struggling