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Right? He could handle it But that itself was too daainst the piling, fingers digging in again "What will it change?" she asked, unable to keep the bitterness out of her voice

His hand slid around her front, cupping her hip bone When his tone softened, she choked on a sob "Why don’t we see, sweetheart? I know you’re scared about toift for you, so that will help you embrace your own pleasure without fear I pro

Okay? Can you do that for your Master? Will you trust me that much?" I want to Oh, how easy he made it sound, and yet she felt as if he’d put her on a roller coaster before she was ready to go to dizzying heights at such speeds But there was an a, sht that e, and speak "You said soave it to her with her hands still tied, so she had to lay her head in the cup of his paluide the fluid into her mouth As she sed, he stroked her throat, then down over her sternu the tops of her breasts as if he saw no scar tissue at all They didn’t behave as if they were anything less than they’d always been, nerves awakening under his hands, the curves swelling and nipples hardening further

When he finally released her fro her hands tied As he sat down, holding her between his knees, she i just right, maybe his arm stretched across the bench She could sit down next to him, or on that knee, but her mind turned to what she’d alone to her knees She’d been goaded by darker feelings then, but now

She realized she was trailing one of the fingers of her bound hands along his knee, a two-or three-inch stretch, a nervous movement back and forth "My slave appears to knohat I like best withbeer"

His voice was husky, and she sed at the sound of a loosened belt buckle hitting the bench, i the purr of a zipper She envisioned his cock stretching up in all its hard, thick glory, hi the beer as she serviced hi with her saliva, her ass red with his punish beneath her, without conscious direction His hands were there, though, guiding her down, and he held her weight until he’d put a cushion on the boards for her knees His touch lingered on her nape as both sets of her fingers crept up his inner thighs, acco her tied wrists

She hadn’t had the opportunity to touch hied her pace, letting her explore the texture of the light hs, the sroin as she drew closer to his testicles, working her way to what she kneaited her

When her hand closed greedily over the hot, hard base, she felt hi one Dominance and submission were all about power and control, a perfect state of trust and surrender By taking away soher the chance to fully evaluate the one decision that would be hers to make when three days were over

Before her injury, she’d wanted that perfect state handed to her on a platter Ironically, blindness and Peter’s arrival had shown her the devastating truth It was a leap of faith

Had she lost her ability to leap that far, though? How could she even know the right direction to leap when she couldn’t see hi to hers?

"Shh, sweetheart Stop thinking"

The reassurance and warning in his tone returned her attention to the weight of him in her hand Heated, silken skin over steel, the ht her mouth down, stretched her lips over the broad head, tasted the salt of hiathered on the tip

He stroked the shell of her ear that had the hearing aid He didn’t dislodge it, the erated care that would have distracted her It brought her back to thinking about what had changed since they’d last seen each other

And yet, she liked it when his fingers convulsed abruptly as she went down, relaxing her throat to take hi were enhanced by this singular focus on taste and smell, his physical reaction For the first tiht Soive