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He sounded so detached! How could he ask that as if it mattered no more than a pleasant walk in the park? Not that she ever walked in the park, of course. “It was very nice,” she responded, her voice as cool as his.

He chuckled again. Those brief, infrequent spurts of humor were positively luring her in. “Good. As a reward, you can have the rest of the day off. Think about what you’ve accomplished so far. Think about what you’ve got ahead of you.”

He turned and left her suite. For this he woke her up? Grumbling, she got to her feet and walked back into her living room.

What was she to do with the rest of the day without Adrian?

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The next morning, bored silly by having nothing to do but work out and sleep, Norris was thrilled to see Adrian enter her suite and lock the door behind him. She slipped into her submissive pose with a smile on her face.

He didn’t smile back.

Instead, he put her through her exercise routine, adding extra sets and extra weight.

She counted, breathing in, breathing out, maintaining her posture. When he ended the session, she drank her water and waited while he readjusted the weight bench.

She watched, enjoying the sight of his muscles moving under his T-shirt and loose sweatpants. It wasn’t hard to admire his body or his concentration. She wondered what he had in mind for her today. He gestured. “On your belly.”

Oh, please, not the butt plugs. She should be wide enough by now, session after session. She hesitated a little too long.

“Do I have to repeat myself?”

He made sure she didn’t like it when he had to repeat himself. She clambered onto the table and stretched out face down.

“Today we are going to see how well you do on your own. I’m giving you the chance to control your body, but if you can’t, I’ll use the restraints. Clear?”

“Yes,” she mumbled.

“Lift your hips.” He slid a cushion under her, lifting her bottom higher. He patted her butt cheek, then traced his finger down between the cheeks, circled her anus, and dipped lower.

He tested the smoothness of her labia, murmuring praise when he found her freshly shaven. She expected him to fondle her clit, as he usually did, but instead, he plunged a finger into her.

She wasn’t ready for that. She was dry, and it hurt. She yelped. Instantly, he withdrew his finger and flicked her clit. She yelped again, then held herself very still, 67

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waiting for his punishment. It wasn’t long in coming. She felt the air move first, then his hand landed on her bottom in a swift, hard smack.

“Ouch!” she cried. The smack was hard enough, but it was shame that she’d lost control that hurt. She felt the heat on her bottom cheek.

“Quiet.” He ran his palm over the hot spot. She could almost imagine it as a caress, soothing away the small pain. He lifted his hand, and she tensed, not knowing whether she should expect another blow.

His finger was back a moment later, this time lubricated and penetrating her gently.

She relaxed. His finger circled inside her, massaging the walls of her pussy, making her feel good. Her nipples grew and pressed against the bench as her belly heated.

He stopped. She knew better than to protest or ask for more, and waited for what he would do next. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him lubricating the middle-sized dildo. He inserted it, gently, steadily, praising her when she remained still.

He worked it in to the end, then withdrew it, back in and out, while he played with her clit. Her juices flooded his hand.

“Very good, Norris. Your arousal rate keeps getting better and better. We just need to work on prolonging it.” While he spoke, he withdrew both his finger and the dildo.

In a moment, she felt him applying more lube, then holding the tip of something else to her ass. She closed her eyes, knowing it was the largest of the three butt plugs. He hadn’t used it on her yet, and she’d known that one day he’d make her take it.

Apparently, this was the day. She willed herself to be calm, to show him she could take whatever he wanted to give her.

As before, he lubed her, and slowly, gently inserted the dildo, allowing her to adjust gradually to the larger size. He was patient with her but where other times he’d played with her pussy and caressed her clit to make it easier for her, this time, he forced her to concentrate only on what he was doing to her ass. She grabbed at the table to hold herself still.

He murmured something under his breath. Norris strained to make out the words and couldn’t but felt encouraged by his tone. He sounded like he was praising her, or even as if he was describing how her skin felt.

Deeper, deeper, deeper. He pushed the dildo in until Norris felt she could take no more, and then pushed it in again. She felt spread open, totally exposed, nothing hidden from him, taking what he put in her to please him.
Please him
? She froze at the thought. Everything she’d done up to now had been to please him, to lose weight and enhance her sexuality according to his program. What was so different about this time?

It was hard to think with sensations from the butt plug taking over everything in her body, but she held on to the question until, with the last shove that seated the dildo completely and fully in her ass, she knew the answer. She wanted Adrian to see her as a woman, not as just another client to take through the paces.

She wanted him to want her as much as she wanted him.

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Dimly, she heard him speaking. “…did very well. We’ll just leave this here a moment and let you get used to it.”

She relaxed, aware of her body on the table. Her breasts felt full and heavy. Her belly ached for something to fill her pussy as thoroughly as the plug filled her ass. She loosened her grip on the table, realizing only now how hard she had held on. Her ass felt on fire, stretched and throbbing with the intrusion of the large dildo, but it felt good, too. Adrian had tested her, and she had passed.

A few moments later, how many she didn’t know, she felt his hands on her butt cheeks. He smoothed the flesh away from her anus and then slowly pulled the dildo out of her. She gasped as it left her. Her ass felt empty, yet the slide of the dildo against the nerve endings Adrian had sensitized made her yearn for more. He rimmed her anus with his finger and she moaned with pleasure.

She waited for his instructions. He said nothing, but soon she felt something cool against her pussy lips. Still enveloped in the pleasurable haze, she turned her head to see what he was doing. When he saw her looking, he raised his hand so she could see what he held.

The double pronged pussy and ass dildo.
Oh, no!
She’d been dreading this, dreading how it would feel to be penetrated both places at once, dreading both the pain and the pleasure. The dildos were long and thick. The pussy one was wider than anything she’d ever had before. She’d never be able to take it!

“Please, no…”

“Yes, Norris.”

He inserted the tip of the vibrator in her pussy, but didn’t turn it on. As he had with the dildos, he played with her, getting her used to the wider girth, inserting it a bit deeper each time he withdrew and plunged it into her until most of the dildo was in her. She felt her pussy walls expanding under the pressure, astounding her as she took more and more of the huge dildo. The other tip poised at her ass. Her breathing quickened. Anticipating, dreading, wondering, oh please…

He flicked the vibrator in her pussy and turned it on. Instant pleasure oscillated through her veins. She moaned, and barely felt the tip of the smaller, curved vibrator push through her anal muscles. Adrian set up a slow, rhythmic thrust and counterthrust, in and out, opening her, penetrating her, both orifices at once.

She moaned. Oh, she’d dreaded it, but oh, oh…it was so good! Her knees shook but she gripped the table and held on.

He turned on the vibrator in her ass. The double vibrations jerked her neck back.

Ohmigod, it was so good!
She felt every buzz from the top of her skull to her toes curling under. She floated on an engulfing sea of sensation, focusing on nothing but the mounting heat in her belly, the craving, the desire, the feel of hundreds of sensitive nerve endings caressed at the same time. He breasts were so full, the nipples pressed painfully flat against the bench. She panted.

“Ten.”

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Oh, she’d never make it to one.

“Nine.”

Please please please…

“Eight.”

She screamed.

“Seven.”

She gripped the table harder, crying now.

“Six.”

Her muscles couldn’t take it. They clenched and gripped.

“Five.”

She lost track of everything but holding on.

“Four.”

Pleasure drenched her.
Aahhh
, her muscles convulsed. Screaming she couldn’t take any more, she quivered and trembled and came so hard she couldn’t see. It went on and on, so hard and so long her body felt battered and bruised. The main climax ended, leaving her twitching with aftershocks, each one less, dissolving, until she lay drained.

She didn’t move, not a twitch, not a muscle. Spent, thinking was out of the question, but gradually, oh so slowly, she became aware of something that wasn’t quite right.

Something missing.

She’d had another stunning climax, and she should have been sated, out of her mind with release. Not this time. It wasn’t the physical sensations that were lacking.

God, no.

Her body couldn’t take any additional onslaught and thought was difficult when all she wanted to do was rest, but something nibbled at the edge of her awareness. It wouldn’t let her be until she recognized it. Physically and mentally, she felt glutted, but emotionally, there was something lacking. She wanted more. As satisfied and surfeited as her body was, her spirit felt empty, Deprived. She didn’t want to be only the receiving end of pleasure. She wanted to share it, to give it to Adrian.

Her labored breathing slowly evened out. She felt the wetness on her cheek before she knew she was crying. Wiping her tears away took too much effort.

She felt Adrian remove the dildos. After the intensity, the heat of them in her body, she felt cool and empty. She was drained, exhausted and somehow, very lonely. Such an intense physical sensation, such far-reaching pleasure was too much for one person alone. It had to be shared.

He straightened her legs, took the pillow from under her hips and tucked it under her head. She accepted his comforting gestures as she did everything else he did to her body. She just wished there was something personal in his actions, some tiny hint of tenderness he’d shown her earlier.

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She craved his recognition of her as a person, as Norris Brownell, not just a body to put through its paces and see how much it could take. She wanted him to accept and acknowledge that she, Norris Brownell, had an affect on him, too. On Adrian…she didn’t even know his last name!

It wasn’t enough to get a glimpse, every now and then, of the way he reacted to the torments he put her through. Getting sweaty himself or breathing hard might make her think he was aroused by what he did to her, but she wanted more, damn it. She wanted him to admit that she turned him on, too. That he wanted her as she wanted him. As a man wants a woman.

He left her for a few minutes and came back with a warm cloth and a light blanket.

He wiped her clean, then covered her. The room was warm, but the soft weight of the blanket made her feel secure, cared for and very tired. She murmured her thanks.

He scooted the chair around to the head of the bench. “Don’t go to sleep. Norris.”

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She forced her eyes open. His face was almost on a level with hers. His usual composed and distant expression was gone. Instead, he looked strained. Frazzled. Not at all like someone who was happy with his work. It made her feel fractionally better.

“You’re doing well. Getting more control of your body, but—”

“Can’t this wait?”

“You can nap later. Pay attention.”

She sighed. “What?”

“You’ve come as far as you can—”

She giggled.

“No pun intended. Listen.” He waited while she struggled to focus on him. “You’ve proved you can take physical stimulus and hold off, to a certain degree,” he added with a stern look, “finding your release.”

She basked in his limited praise.

“But.”

Wasn’t there always a but? What did he want from her now? How much more could she take?

“But your response and control is with mechanical help. How you will you do with an actual partner?”

The image of Jack Rodriguez flashed through her mind, then disappeared. The reality of Adrian, sitting so close to her that she could feel his warm, minty breath on her face, was overpowering. She knew his touch in every orifice, she knew his manly aroma, she knew his sexual expertise, but she didn’t know him. Not intimately. Oh, as often and as thoroughly as he’d touched her, bathed her, massaged her, poked his fingers in her, all that was done impersonally. Not as Adrian the man touching Norris the woman.

And that’s what she yearned for. She ached to feel him in her, his hot cock buried as deeply as he could go, longed to see his passion etched on his features. She wanted to hold him in her arms, before, during and after sex, ached for him to fall apart in her arms. Yearned to fall apart in his.

That’s what was missing. No matter how hard, how long, or how completely he made her come with those devastating orgasms, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t flesh on flesh, heat on heat, body slamming into body with only one desire burning though skin and bones down to the intimate core. It wasn’t personal.

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“Norris,” he asked in a voice so calm it belied the expression on his face, “what will you do when a man makes love to you?”

She’d shatter. She moistened her lips. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie to me.”