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She tried to bite back her groans. Clarissa knew she failed when he whispered,

“Good, make noise for me.”

He flicked his finger over the weight hanging from her pussy, making it move slowly. “Oh, yes, Master. Feels so good.” Pressure built inside of her as the movement rocked against her clit. If he gave it a few sharp pulls, she would probably come and come hard.

“Please, Master, harder. Make me come.” He didn"t answer her, and his fingers moved away, slipping through her folds to find her opening. He worked two fingers inside her.

“Who decides when you come?”

She wanted to scream at him that it was her choice, her body. Instead she whispered, “You.”

“That"s right; I control your pussy now.” He thrust his fingers back and forth.

“And from the amount of wetness coating you, I"d say you like that idea.” He trailed his wet fingers to her anus, and she tensed.

Anal sex had never been her favorite thing to do, after the less-than-satisfying attempt with Serge. Hopefully with Maddox it would be different. His fingers pressed against her tight opening, and he rubbed her ass. “Relax, let me in.”

“Maddox, I—”

“Shush, where"s my adventurous sub?”

Clarissa took several deep breaths and tried to relax her muscles. When he pushed again, she felt him slip inside, her body immediately trying to expel him. He delved deeper, though, moving past the initial resistance.

“Nice and tight,” he said. “A perfect place for my cock.”

“Then do it, please. Fuck me.”

“Where should I fuck you, missy? Here?” He pushed his fingers farther into her ass, wiggled them around.

“Yes.” It felt good, very good. Much better than what she"d felt with Serge, and this was just Maddox"s fingers. He moved them gently, back and forth until she groaned, and then he withdrew from her totally.

“Master.”

“Hush. I"m going to get us set up, and every time I come in and out of the house I"ll see you, bound and ready for me, your pussy and ass displayed for my pleasure. I can think about coming in and out of them while I"m working. Just hang tight.” He slapped each of her butt cheeks, and she heard him walk off.

She struggled briefly against her bonds, until she worried her weight would somehow damage the apparatus, and then she stilled, her nipples throbbing, her clit pulsing.

“Master, please.” Her answer was the slamming screen door as he went outside.

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weren"t that bad, so she knew they wouldn"t damage anything. They would leave her in a constant state of arousal, though, her body begging for release.

The door opened. She heard him move into the kitchen, heard the
thud
of a box hitting the countertop. They"d brought food to cook, so she figured that"s what that was. He whistled while he worked, making her want to scream at him that this was not a fairy-tale movie and for him to get his ass over here and fuck her, right now.

He"d made several passes in and out of the house before Clarissa finally lost it.

When the door opened for the fourth time, she said, “Maddox, fuck me. Now.”

“Excuse me?” He sounded incredulous, and she cringed.

“Please.”

She heard the shuffle of his feet as he moved into the kitchen. He was back seconds later with a deck of cards in his hand, shuffling them back and forth.

“You"re determined to derail our fun, aren"t you?” He leaned closer. “Subs do not order their Masters to fuck them. That is not your decision to make; it"s mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes but…” She wiggled. “I can"t stand any more. I need release.”

“You"re fine.” He knelt down next to her and expertly fanned out the cards, pulling a few of them up above the others in random spots. “Use your mouth to choose one. Let"s hope you don"t draw a spade. I"d hate to have to whip you.”

The cards were down enough that she couldn"t see what she was drawing. She used her tongue to move one, then grabbed the edge of it with her teeth, pulling. He took it from her and turned it over. The seven of hearts.

“Hearts is not bad,” he said. “Except for the punishment you need right now. I"ll have to modify it. Seven is a pretty low number, hardly any amount of time to get my point across. I may have to invoke executive privilege and increase the time. The best part about it is we can do it right now, from the position you"re already in.”

He tugged her hair back so that her head moved. He locked his gaze with hers, his stern and hard.

“Who owns your pussy?”

“You do.”

“And your ass, your mouth?”

“You do.”

“That"s right; I own your body, Clarissa. I"ll do with it what I want, when I want.

Don"t ever order me to fuck you. Not while we"re in Master/sub space. If I want you to ask to be fucked, I will tell you to beg for it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. I"ll try and do better next time, Master.”

His gaze softened. “That"s my good girl.” He walked toward the back end of the house, and she exhaled loudly, wondering what was coming next. Her body was on fire with need, and she didn"t want punishment. She wanted sex—hot, hard sex with 92

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Maddox. She wanted his cock pounding in and out of her as it had done the last several days.

He came back carrying a small table. A dildo rested on top of it. “The table"s adjustable,” he said, turning the top of it from side to side. “Hearts is fucking a vibrator, without being allowed to climax. Since you want to fuck, though, I"m going to position this right behind you, put the head of it so that it barely touches your folds. And then I"m going to turn it on. You"ll feel the vibrations, hear the sounds of the vibrator. Your body will crave it, but you won"t be able to get to it.”

“No, please, Maddox, I can"t take any more.”

He stroked her hair gently. “Maybe if you wiggle enough, you"ll be able to touch it to your pussy. If that happens, I"ll just move it back more and add more time. So if I were you, I"d stay still.”

He moved behind her, and Clarissa bucked against her bonds. Her shoulders were starting to ache. Couple the pain from being in the same position with the need for sex that was now turning painful and she wasn"t sure how much she would be able to take.

She felt him place the vibrator between her legs, adjust it so that the top of it was right under her pussy. And then he turned it on.

The tip of it moved against her, and she cried out. “No! Please, I can"t take this.

Please!”

“Very nice,” Maddox said, moving away from her.

She could feel the vibrations from the dildo, hear the noise. She thrust back, trying to find it. She failed and tried again. And again. And again. If she couldn"t have Maddox, she wanted that thing inside her pussy. Right now.

He was still behind her, she knew, watching, making sure she didn"t touch his instrument of torture for more than just a few seconds.

“Master! Please, I"m begging you. I need…”
Don’t say fuck me. Don’t say fuck me
.

She repeated it over and over in her mind as she tried to hold still. “I can"t take any more.” The whine in her voice was very hard to take. She didn"t want to sound that way, didn"t want to beg. She couldn"t help herself. She needed him inside her. Now.

“Please.”

“Of course you can. You"ll take whatever I want to give you. Your reward, when I decide to allow it, will be an orgasm so sweet you"ll think you"ve died and gone to heaven.”

His footsteps moved away, but the door didn"t open. Was he watching her even now, standing near the doorway to the kitchen, or was he still in the living room? She imagined him behind her, stroking himself, his hard cock throbbing as he decided which place to enter her.

The picture threw her body into even more of a frenzy, and her clit now throbbed painfully. She hit the dildo several more times, then finally, out of sheer frustration, she screamed. And then she screamed again, praying he would take pity on her.

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His hands were on her back instantly, stroking her, caressing her shoulders and moving down. “Just a little longer. You can take it.”

“No, no, I can"t.” He moved the dildo so it was touching her folds, the vibrations making her pussy rock. “Please.”

He knelt down, put his finger on the clit weight, relieving the pressure. Her body sighed with relief, and then he released it again, making her cry out. He did the same thing several more times, until finally the weight was on and off again so quickly she wasn"t sure what was happening.

“Come for me, missy, come hard.” He clasped her clit and squeezed it, and Clarissa came, her scream louder than any of the others she"d let out that afternoon. The orgasm was intense, almost painful, and it was beyond anything she"d ever felt in her life. Her body throbbed as he stroked her, one hand on her back, the other buried in her folds. She heard movement, the turning of screws, and then she was full, the vibrating cock whirling as Maddox slid it in and out of her pussy.

He pushed it in deep, then lightly slapped her ass. “Keep it there.”

“I…don"t…” His cock was in front of her now, butting against her barely open lips. She swallowed him greedily, sucking him in deeply, swirling her tongue around him. She wished she had her hands, to fondle his balls, to caress the part of him she couldn"t get into her mouth.

He fucked her slowly, the vibrator in her other end again driving her crazy with need. He pulled out and held himself near, and she knew that meant to lick him. She did, savoring the taste of his cock on her tongue before he invaded her mouth again.

When she sensed he was close, when his hips moved faster, she wanted to move away, beg him to let her swallow his cum this time.

She didn"t have to. She felt him pulse, felt him release, and she swallowed all she could, savoring the feel of him inside her. When he was spent, he stroked her back again, then leaned over and undid the bonds on her wrists. He went around back and freed her legs, then helped her to stand.

Her legs shook, and she collapsed into his arms. He drew her close, holding her against his chest.

“How are you feeling?” His whisper made her sigh.

“What was the term you used? Died and gone to heaven?”

He laughed softly, then kissed her forehead before removing the weights from her rings. “Shall we take a nap? A little rest will do us both good.”

She nodded, and he led her down the hall. The bedroom was much like the one in Henderson, with a large, wood-frame bed in the center. He pulled back the covers and indicated she should crawl inside.

Clarissa didn"t need any more encouragement. She lay down, scooting over when he lay down next to her, wrapping his arms around her.

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“A little rest might do you well, and it will prepare you for tomorrow. You"ll need it.”

“What"s happening tomorrow?”

“It"s a surprise, one I"m sure you"re going to embrace and enjoy very much.”

* * * * *

He sat in the recliner, the cigar in his mouth. He twirled it around, took it out, and blew out a long stream of smoke. Without looking her way, he said, “Good evening, missy.”

“Hi.” She crossed the room and knelt on the huge throw pillow on the floor. “Is this for me?”

“You"re good.”

“I read the books.” She took the cigar, put it in her mouth, and mimicked his actions before handing it back to him. “I couldn"t resist.”

“I"ll forgive you. This time.” He smoked for a few seconds. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Good.” He pointed the cigar toward her purse, which lay on the table. “Your phone"s been ringing, quite a few times. I"m surprised it didn"t wake you.”

“Who was it?”

“I didn"t look. It"s your phone, not mine.” He cocked his head. “I may be your Dom, but I still respect your privacy.”

“That"s nice to hear.”

She put her head on his knee, the feel of his linen pants soft against her cheek.

“Aren"t you going to check on it?”

“No.” He stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of togetherness.

“Good, then we"ll play a little more, see how you do with following instructions.

Stand up.”

When she didn"t move, he cleared his throat and she shifted her gaze toward him.

“Aren"t you supposed to say Simon Says?”

His chuckle was deep. “Stand up.”

This time she obeyed, turning to face him and standing with her hands clasped behind her back. “Better?”

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“Much.” He put his cigar in an ashtray on an end table, then drew the long, delicate chain from his pocket. He swiftly attached it to her clit ring, jingling it a little.

The movement sent pinpricks of pleasure to her clit. “Shall we go for a walk?”

She looked down at her bare feet, then up at him. He released the slack on the chain and pointed to where her shoes were near the front door. “Go and put them on.”

The chain trailed behind her as she walked, and when she bent over to slip on her sandals, he tugged slightly, upping her pleasure quotient yet again. Before she was done with her shoes, he was beside her, his hand on the screen door handle. He led them outside into the still-hot air.