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“Sore,” she said, and Craig laughed.

He answered her questions in return. Not only did he have a cop for a brother, but he had two more brothers. One was a physical therapist and the other was a corporate executive.

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“Do you all get into BDSM?” she asked

Craig shrugged. “Dave is, obviously. Drew and John got into it too. Dave told us all about it when we were sitting around watching football one night, and we all thought it sounded pretty damn hot.”

“Have you done this all together?”

He shook his head. “Dave told us of some BDSM parties and conventions, and we checked them out. We liked what we saw.”

Jessica took a deep breath. “Have you ‘shared women’ with all your brothers?”

“No.” He took a napkin and dabbed her lips with it. “Just with Dave and only on a couple of occasions. They were his submissives both times. This was the first time I shared my woman with him.”

Her stomach tripped. “Why me?”

Craig met her gaze. “Honestly…I didn’t want to share you, I wanted to keep you to myself. But Dave happened to be over and I thought you might enjoy it. Did you?”

“I really did—it was an experience I’ll never forget.” She paused. “But I just want to be with you from now on.”

That got another smile out of him. “I’m glad you feel the same way I do.”

He took the bed tray with her mostly empty plate and walked over to a low vanity dresser where he set the tray down. She got a great look at his ass and how good he looked in his jeans. He turned back and he was holding the white, pink-tipped rose.

“What do you think now that you’ve gotten to know how I like to play?”

“Honestly,” she said with a flutter in her belly, “I’ve never done anything like it before, but I really got off on everything you did to me.”

“You’re so damn gorgeous.” He sat on the edge of the bed and traced the curve of her neck with the rose bud. “Did my toys give you any fantasies beyond what we’ve already done, Jessica?”

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She shivered as he skimmed the rose over her breastbone. “I’d like to try a little of everything.”

That grin of his was so devastatingly sexy. “Believe me, there’s plenty I’d like to do to you and with you.” He brushed the soft skin between her breasts with the rose.

“What do you want to do today?”

Her nipples were so hard and the ache between her thighs so great that her words came out in a husky whisper. “Whatever you want, Professor.”

“Mmmmm…” Craig dipped his head and nuzzled her neck as he slid the rose down her belly to her abdomen. “I have a lot of things I’d like to do to you, Ms.

Grayson. Which brings us back to one thing.” He drew the rose along the fold in the sheet that hid her mound. “I still need to punish you for climaxing without permission.”

He said
punish
in a way that made her squirm. Her ass still burned from last night, but still she was ready for anything he wanted to do with her. “I’ll be good next time. I promise, Professor Bennett.”

“Still need to punish you.” He shook his head. “You were a very, very bad girl, Ms.

Grayson.”

He peeled away the sheet from her lap and tossed the sheet aside so that her body was completely bared. “You probably feel like taking a shower. You don’t need to wear anything for what we’re going to be doing,” he said as he tickled her mound with the rose.

Her heart thumped. As he took her hand, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and he helped her to her feet. He lightly kissed her then pointed her in the direction of a door leading to what was obviously the master bathroom—she could see marble and brass through the doorway. She started to head to the bathroom when he swatted her ass, hard. She yelped and looked back at him.

“Don’t make me wait too long,” he said with his dominant look that meant they were role playing again.

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“Yes, Professor,” she said before she went into the bathroom.

The shower felt wonderful, the heat of the water easing the sweet aches in her body.

When she was finished she dried her hair with a blow dryer and studied her features in the mirror. Her lips were swollen from Craig’s kisses and when she turned and looked over her shoulder at her ass, she saw that it was still pink from the flogging and the spankings.

After her hair was dried she fluffed it around her shoulders, opened the door and walked out of the bathroom. It was such an erotic experience walking around naked, especially when she saw Craig still in his jeans, T-shirt and a pair of jogging shoes. And his huge erection was clearly outlined against the cotton of his jeans.

“You took a little too long, Ms. Grayson.” He wore a stern expression. “That just earned you a second punishment.”

Jessica caught her breath in both excitement and that sensual edge of fear. What would he do to her? “I’m sorry, Professor,” she said.

“Come.” He held out his hand and she took it. He strode fast enough that she had a difficult time keeping up with him.

Again he led her down to the dungeon and he opened the door and let her through before closing the door behind them. “This time the doorbell can be going non-stop, but we’re not going to stop, Ms. Grayson,” he said and she tried not to smile.

“Yes, Professor.”

He took her to the strange-looking couch. The dimmed track lighting made the scene seem somewhat exotic. Air brushed over her skin as she moved, and the scent of musk was strong.

The couch was hard to describe. It had a huge hump on the left that rose up the length of a torso before curving over. The right side looked almost like a regular couch.

“Lie over the hump, Ms. Grayson.”

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She knelt on the lower end and draped herself over the high, rounded part. A soft fur material covered the surface that felt soft to her breasts and her mound.

Craig shackled her wrists and ankles, spreading her wide as he did, exposing her pussy. He rubbed his hand over her sore ass. “Perfect,” he murmured. Everything he did and said turned her on, and she was so wet she could smell her own musk.

She turned her face so that her cheek was against the fur and watched him go to the wall of toys. He returned with a green ball with straps on either side of it and what looked like a whisk-type of handheld broom.

“Since you’ve been so bad, you’re going to get a hard spanking,” he said. “And you’re not going to be able to scream. This is a ball gag, and you can bite down on it when you feel any pain.”

Jessica opened her mouth in surprise and he immediately slipped the ball in as far as he could then tied the straps behind her head. With wide eyes, she looked up at him.

Not only couldn’t she move, she couldn’t make a sound. A helpless, although exited feeling overtook her. She was totally vulnerable and couldn’t even say her safe word.

Her gaze met Craig’s and he looked serious. “If at any time you want me to stop, hold up two fingers. That’ll be in place of your safe word. Understand, Ms. Grayson?”

Heart pounding, she nodded.

When he moved behind her, a shiver trailed her spine as he placed one of his hands on her lower back. He rubbed one ass cheek with his other palm in slow, sensuous circles.

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hard
on the ass cheek he’d been stroking. Her eyes watered and she cried out behind the ball gag, but no sound came out. He slapped her again and this time she bit down on the ball. Her eyes watered from the pain as he spanked her. But it was so weird—the harder he spanked her, the wetter her pussy got, and the more she needed to come. She wanted to be fucked so bad she could just about scream—and would have if it weren’t for the ball gag. Instead she 65

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bit down on the ball and felt the sting, burn and strange pleasure that came with the spanking.

“This is for being such a bad girl and coming without permission,” Craig said in a stern voice. “Are you going to come again without my say-so?”

She moved her head side-to-side, the best she could with her face against the fur.

He stopped abruptly, and she gave a sigh of relief. God, her ass burned. “Very good, Ms. Grayson. You’ve taken your first punishment well. Now for your second.”

Jessica almost whimpered. She was loving this, but at the same time she didn’t know how much more she could handle. He was taking her to the limit.

The next thing she felt was what had to be the whisk broom thingee being run softly over her ass. It wasn’t made of straw but of some soft, fiber-like strands.

It felt so good as he trailed the whisk over her ass, her back, her thighs and then down to her pussy. Again he whipped her when she started to relax. She gasped in surprise. The whisk didn’t hurt as badly as the spanking had, but it heightened the sensations on her ass, causing more tears to flow down her cheeks. This time he swatted her pussy, not quite as hard as her ass but hard enough that it caused her to jerk in surprise.

Unbelievably, she came closer and closer to orgasm. She writhed beneath his swats, rubbing her mound against the furs, and she tugged at her restraints. A moan tried to escape around the ball gag. A moan from pain, pleasure and arousal.

He stopped and tossed the whisk aside and she slumped against the fur of the arch she was draped over. “You’ve handled your punishments well.” Craig climbed onto the couch behind her and she felt the roughness of his jeans against her sore ass and thighs.

But even better was the very naked erection he’d released from his pants that was now pressed against her ass.

Jessica struggled against her restraints, wanting to have him inside her. Her pussy was on fire, both from the swatting and from the need to come.

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Craig leaned over her, his T-shirt brushing her back, and tickled her ear with his breath. It felt so good to have his hard body pressed against her. She liked the feel of his clothing rough against her bare skin and she moved her ass so that it would brush his erection.

His voice was deep and sensual and caused her to tremble with need. “You’ve earned a good fucking, baby.”

Yes, God yes!

He rammed his cock into her pussy and she wanted to scream in ecstasy. But she bit the ball gag instead and whimpered.

“Don’t come without permission,” he said in a low growl.

Craig fucked her hard and fast. He drove in and out unmercifully, so deep and thick, and touching the place inside her that was making her crazy. This time the tears stinging at her eyes were from the need to come. She was so tightly bound as she was draped over the arch that she could barely writhe beneath him.

Her body wound tighter and tighter until she was so close to orgasm she was on an edge that made her feel like she was riding the crest of a wave before it crashed to the shore.

“You are so. Fucking. Tight,” Craig growled as he held her hips and thrust in and out in a mind-blowing pace. His jeans scrubbed against her sensitive ass, and he moved his hands from her hips to her nipples, leaning over so he could pinch and squeeze them as he took her.

Jessica whimpered and cried, and fought against the orgasm that was rushing toward her. Craig drove her along that crest, along it, along it… Her entire body began to shake, her mind spun, her skin tingled.

“Now, baby!” he shouted.

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possible the way she was pinned to the couch and bound. Craig didn’t stop his pace and she wanted to scream as more waves went through her, one after another after another. It felt like they were never going to end. The pleasure of it almost turned into pain because she didn’t think she would survive another orgasm.

Craig gave a shout and he squeezed her breasts hard. His hips jerked and he only thrust into her a few more times before he stopped and pinned himself tight against her ass.

It seemed like his body gave out as he sank against her on the fur-covered hump.

Craig kept tweaking her nipples, causing more spasms to go off in her core, squeezing and releasing his cock inside her. She felt the pulse of his cock as it throbbed with his release.

Jessica moaned behind the ball gag and felt the restraints holding her wrists and ankles in place. She loved the feel of his body over hers and she never wanted to let go of the moment. Never wanted to let go of him.

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The summer went by way too fast. Jessica sighed as she lay on the blanket on Ka’anapali Beach on Maui, just below their resort hotel. Craig was rubbing coconut-scented suntan oil on her back, paying close attention to her shoulders and neck and working his magic while he massaged her. Not that she was tense. With all the fabulous sex, she was sated and relaxed almost all the time.

They had spent every day of their summer vacation together. She had stayed at his house and they had talked about everything under the sun and did amazing things under the moon.

Her top was untied, but she was lying facedown on the blanket as he worked the oil onto her back. The sun was warm on her back, and his hands were so talented. Craig was now taking liberties, oiling the sides of her breasts and slipping his fingers beneath her to pinch her nipples.

Jessica laughed. “You are a naughty professor.”

“Mmmm…” He leaned close and murmured in her ear, “I’d like to fuck you right here, right now, in front of all these people.”

Tingling sensations went down her spine to the tiny little G-string bikini Craig had purchased for her. Her ass was completely bare, but from all the tanning they’d done going to San Diego, L.A., in Tucson and now in Hawaii, the pink marks from being spanked didn’t really show. Her pussy ached and moisture dampened the scrap of cloth covering her folds.

“You have such a nice ass,” he said as he began rubbing the oil first on one cheek then the other. “I’m so ready to fuck it again.”