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had her pinned beneath him, was probably a good thing.
    ‘Anytime
you need to stop, we stop,’ he said. What’s your safeword going to be?’ He
reached into the backpack and pulled out a tongue depressor and penlight.
    ‘Ocean.’
The word fell from her lips, sealing her agreement to allow this to continue.
    ‘Ocean
it is. Open your mouth.’
    She
did, gagging as he checked her throat, squinting as he checked her pupils.
    ‘Sorry.’
He probed gently at her glands. ‘That’s fine.’ Without warning, he took hold of
the hem of her t-shirt and folded it back up over her chest. Instinctively, her
hands rose to cover herself. He pressed them down beside her. ‘Hands at your
sides.’ He took a stethoscope from the backpack and put the earbuds in his
ears.
    Sam
picked up the metal disc and spoke into it. ‘I’m fine, Sir.’
    He
looked at her steadily for a moment, then reached into the bag again, and
pulled out a short, stubby black dildo. Then a complicated-looking tangle of black
leather straps. He pushed the dildo through an opening in the harness. ‘Open
your mouth.’
    ‘No,
Sir, I’m sorry –’ She clamped her mouth shut as he brought the gag to her lips.
    ‘Since
you won’t be able to say your safeword, if you need to stop, tap me three
times.’
    He
pinched her nose shut, and it wasn’t long before she had to gasp for breath.
The thick, rubbery phallus slid in over her tongue, and the harness was buckled
at the back of her head. She gagged, and began to panic.
    ‘Stop.’ He crossed her arms over her chest and held her down. ‘Calm down, and you’ll
find you can breathe perfectly well.’
    Short,
violent gasps escaped around the edges of the gag, her eyes watering as she
fought to bring herself under control.
    ‘That’s
it,’ he soothed. ‘Just relax, and breathe with me. In ,’ he took a
breath. ‘Out.’ He exhaled, watching to see that she followed suit.
‘Good. Again. In… ’
    When
she was finally able to focus on him, he gave her a nod of approval.
    ‘Good
girl,’ he said, his fingers pressing firmly into the pulse point in her wrist.
‘Better now?’
    She
nodded. There was no other living soul who could call her a ‘good girl’ and not
instantly rouse her inner feminist. But the possessive, matter-of-fact way that
he said it bore no trace of condescension. It was an endearment uniquely suited
to, and a reminder of, her situation. And she liked it. God help her, she liked it.
    Though
if he ever tried to pull that when they weren’t doing… well, this , he’d
regret it.
    ‘ If I may have your attention,’ he growled.
    She
looked up into his burning gaze. ‘Sorry,’ she tried, and failed, to say.
    ‘Suck
it,’ he said.
    She
glared at him. Wasn’t it enough that she had to have the damn thing in her
mouth?
    He
pushed one big hand down between her legs, cupping her, while a single finger
burrowed inward, rubbing and teasing. ‘Suck it, Samantha. I can feel how wet
you are.’
    She
shook her head.
    He
opened his jeans one-handed, and freed his cock. It was hard. Ready. Glistening
at the tip. Beautiful. And she wanted it. Oh, how she wanted it. Wanted him .
    ‘Please,’
she garbled.
    ‘Sorry,
didn’t quite catch that.’
    She
rolled her eyes. Bastard. Slowly, he ran his hand up and down the length of his
erection, squeezing. His breath caught. She sucked reflexively on the rubber
penis. Water spurted from the tip. She moaned and struggled to swallow, wishing
it was his cock in there, his taste on her tongue.
    He
leaned over her, holding her down with one hand on her chest, his other hand
still moving busily over her clit. Suddenly he altered the angle of his wrist.
Two fingers pushed way up into her vagina, massaged, and began a slow, probing
retreat.
    An
incoherent noise exploded from her.
    He
rubbed her hard, right there.
    She
thrust her hips up to meet his hand, the gag muffling her cry.
    But
his fingers were already pulling out, the wet sound they made as they left