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partner in crime?”
He nodded.
“That sounds pretty good.” She smiled. “How about it, partner? Wanna break a couple laws?”
“Oh yes.” And just like that he made her hot again. He could turn the sexy up to high in seconds just by showing her that part of him that was so confidently evil. He grabbed the box and held it out to her. “Draw a card.”
“I would, but I don’t cheat, and it’s your turn.”
With narrowed eyes to show the dig had not been lost on him, he pulled one out.
“What is it?” Something in his smile told her it must be a pretty nasty one.
He cleared his throat and read. “Out of chips during a poker game, your partner has wagered sexual favors and lost. For the next twenty minutes you can use her as your sex slave.”
“Again?” Dinah complained. “I was a sex slave yesterday.”
“That’s not true,” Malcolm corrected. “You were my alien sex student . A slave is very different. Stand up,” he said.
Dinah hesitated. She could tell herself she didn’t really know him. She could tell herself she wasn’t really interested in this kind of game. The truth was, she was spellbound by both him and the roles they played. And if she started acting this slave thing out, he would know how into it she was. Shouldn’t that be kept a secret? Awkwardly, she pulled herself upright.
Malcolm leaned back in his chair, a meditative look deepening the blue of his hypnotic eyes. “Take off your clothes.”
Dinah stripped. It didn’t take her long.
“Sit down.” He motioned her toward the bench at the foot of the bed. Naked, Dinah sat.
“Spread your legs.”
Her heart sped up. Her breathing grew more shallow. Dinah lifted one foot, then the other until her knees were spread a few inches apart.
“Spread your legs,” he said again. She did it, spreading wide for him and felt the now familiar pulse between her thighs that said she liked these dirty games of his more than she could ever have imagined. “Spread yourself open. Let me see more of you.” Even this she did although it made her look away and blush. If anyone could see her, she would die. Anyone besides him.
“Now stand up and turn around,” he said. His voice was lower, slightly rougher. She thought she knew what he would demand next.
“Kneel on the bench and bend over.” Dinah drew a breath and did it. She did it completely for him, knees apart, back arched, ass and pussy fully exposed. She could feel the tingling, the gathering wetness.
“Don’t move.” He rose and came toward her. “You disobeyed me, slave.”
“I didn’t.” Dinah lifted up to face him. He placed his palm between her shoulder blades and pushed her down again.
“You hesitated,” he informed her. “A minor infraction, but I’ll still have to punish you.”
Something slapped against her bottom. Dinah gasped. The paddle? That thing was a joke; it wasn’t real.
“What is it about bright red ass cheeks that always makes my cock so hard?” He brought the paddle down again. It didn’t hurt. A little sting, but more than that, it teased up her arousal. He spanked her ass a few more times, the light wood made the slightest contact with her swollen pussy lips, and Dinah moaned and stretched for more. He stopped.
“Kiss it.” He thrust the paddle underneath her mouth. Dinah gave it a wet kiss.
“Very nice,” he said approvingly. “Your attitude’s improved. Maybe I should let you come.” His fingers furrowed in her slit. “Is that a good idea?” She didn’t move. She didn’t breathe. He rubbed between her legs in a distracted way, like someone scratching a friendly dog between its ears. Dinah didn’t care. It was incredible. She wiggled under the caress.
“You’re very dirty moving on my hand like that.” He paddled her again—a long cascade of even blows that raised her skin in pinpricks and made her vision blur. “Very well.” He pressed his fingers into her. “Use my hand to make yourself come.”
Dinah rocked
He nodded.
“That sounds pretty good.” She smiled. “How about it, partner? Wanna break a couple laws?”
“Oh yes.” And just like that he made her hot again. He could turn the sexy up to high in seconds just by showing her that part of him that was so confidently evil. He grabbed the box and held it out to her. “Draw a card.”
“I would, but I don’t cheat, and it’s your turn.”
With narrowed eyes to show the dig had not been lost on him, he pulled one out.
“What is it?” Something in his smile told her it must be a pretty nasty one.
He cleared his throat and read. “Out of chips during a poker game, your partner has wagered sexual favors and lost. For the next twenty minutes you can use her as your sex slave.”
“Again?” Dinah complained. “I was a sex slave yesterday.”
“That’s not true,” Malcolm corrected. “You were my alien sex student . A slave is very different. Stand up,” he said.
Dinah hesitated. She could tell herself she didn’t really know him. She could tell herself she wasn’t really interested in this kind of game. The truth was, she was spellbound by both him and the roles they played. And if she started acting this slave thing out, he would know how into it she was. Shouldn’t that be kept a secret? Awkwardly, she pulled herself upright.
Malcolm leaned back in his chair, a meditative look deepening the blue of his hypnotic eyes. “Take off your clothes.”
Dinah stripped. It didn’t take her long.
“Sit down.” He motioned her toward the bench at the foot of the bed. Naked, Dinah sat.
“Spread your legs.”
Her heart sped up. Her breathing grew more shallow. Dinah lifted one foot, then the other until her knees were spread a few inches apart.
“Spread your legs,” he said again. She did it, spreading wide for him and felt the now familiar pulse between her thighs that said she liked these dirty games of his more than she could ever have imagined. “Spread yourself open. Let me see more of you.” Even this she did although it made her look away and blush. If anyone could see her, she would die. Anyone besides him.
“Now stand up and turn around,” he said. His voice was lower, slightly rougher. She thought she knew what he would demand next.
“Kneel on the bench and bend over.” Dinah drew a breath and did it. She did it completely for him, knees apart, back arched, ass and pussy fully exposed. She could feel the tingling, the gathering wetness.
“Don’t move.” He rose and came toward her. “You disobeyed me, slave.”
“I didn’t.” Dinah lifted up to face him. He placed his palm between her shoulder blades and pushed her down again.
“You hesitated,” he informed her. “A minor infraction, but I’ll still have to punish you.”
Something slapped against her bottom. Dinah gasped. The paddle? That thing was a joke; it wasn’t real.
“What is it about bright red ass cheeks that always makes my cock so hard?” He brought the paddle down again. It didn’t hurt. A little sting, but more than that, it teased up her arousal. He spanked her ass a few more times, the light wood made the slightest contact with her swollen pussy lips, and Dinah moaned and stretched for more. He stopped.
“Kiss it.” He thrust the paddle underneath her mouth. Dinah gave it a wet kiss.
“Very nice,” he said approvingly. “Your attitude’s improved. Maybe I should let you come.” His fingers furrowed in her slit. “Is that a good idea?” She didn’t move. She didn’t breathe. He rubbed between her legs in a distracted way, like someone scratching a friendly dog between its ears. Dinah didn’t care. It was incredible. She wiggled under the caress.
“You’re very dirty moving on my hand like that.” He paddled her again—a long cascade of even blows that raised her skin in pinpricks and made her vision blur. “Very well.” He pressed his fingers into her. “Use my hand to make yourself come.”
Dinah rocked
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