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he said softly.
    “Y-yes, but…” she gasped.
    “But you didn’t like it,” Ryan murmured. “You thought it was embarrassing.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Well, here’s the thing.” He kissed, and then he licked. She moaned long and loudly. “I don’t care if it embarrasses you. When I want to taste your little cunt, I’m going to taste your little cunt.” He brought the fingertips of the first two fingers of his left hand to bear on either side of her clit, and he licked hard, loving the salty, mineral taste of her.
    Charity screamed and came, bucking her pussy lewdly against his face and making him smile very broadly. Through her shuddering climax, he kept kissing, until she cried out with a different note and tried to escape him, up the bed, and he pursued her with his mouth, smacking her bottom with his hand at the same time.
    “Naughty!” he said. “Bad girls must stay where they are put.” He held her down with his left hand on the small of her back and lifted his mouth at last, so that he could keep spanking her backside.
    “Sir, please… I…”
    Ryan stopped the spanking, and used that hand to take Charity’s panties down to mid-thigh in an instant, before he thrust the same hand back between her legs to seize the whole of her pussy so that he could plunge three fingers inside the velvet sheath where he knew he must soon put his hard cock.
    Charity screamed and came again. “Oh, my God… that’s… that’s never…”
    “Charity,” Ryan said, “I know you’re on the pill.” He accompanied the words with further lascivious caresses down between her legs, up and down her soft lips and firmly around her clit. He knew from the medicine cabinet.
    “Yes,” she gasped.
    “I haven’t slept with anyone in five years.”
    “Oh, my God, really? I mean, really, sir?”
    Ryan made the pressure of his fingers greater, then less, and Charity moaned. “Yes, honey.”
    “Please… I mean…”
    “You’re going to be the girl who puts an end to that, Charity.”
    “Oh, yes, sir.”
    “And it’s going to happen right now.” Charity gave a wordless cry as Ryan took his hand away. “Stay exactly as you are, slut. Have you ever been fucked doggy-style?”
    “N-no,” Charity admitted.
    Ryan dropped his jeans and briefs, and pulled off his T-shirt.
    “You’re going to get it that way a lot, from now on,” he said, and took her thighs in his hands again to pull her back down the bed. He closed her knees so he could take off her panties at last. “These,” he said, “are very pretty. You’ll wash them by hand, tomorrow, and wear them again tomorrow night.”
    “Yes, sir,” Charity whispered.
    Ryan pulled her further down the bed, so that her bottom was over the edge, and spread her knees again until her rear end presented a delicious inverted V, with her pretty pussy as ready for his cock as could be.
    “Put your hands back behind you and spread your bottom-cheeks for me, slut,” he said, dropping his voice to a growl.
    “What?” she gasped. Ryan smiled. It was exactly the reaction he had hoped for: unexplored territory.
    “Do as I say,” he said in an even tone with a tiny hint of severity. “I’m not going to fuck you there tonight, if that’s what you’re worried about. You’re going to have to earn the privilege of anal.”
    Charity drew breath very sharply at that.
    “You need to know from the beginning of your training, though, honey, that your anus belongs to me, just like your cunt does.”
    “Oh, my God…” she breathed.
    Ryan made his voice more sympathetic then. “I know, honey. You can’t believe I’m saying these things, and you can’t believe you’re so turned on by them. Let me assure you, though…”—now Ryan ratcheted the authority up a notch again—“…that if you don’t show me your pretty little asshole right now, you won’t like the consequences.”
    From Charity’s chest came little grunting gasps of submissive arousal. In a jerky movement, as