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froze – was she supposed to be silent already? She nodded, just in case.
                  “Good girl,” Dan said, “You pick up quickly.”
                  Emma didn't say anything. That was the game, wasn't it? She just shrugged. Dan covered the distance between them in one long step, and took her by the shoulders. He lead her over to the bed, and sat her down – putting her face to face with his massive cock once again. Emma took him in her hand.
                  “No,” Dan said, “None of that. We're doing this my way. Lay back.”
                  Emma complied, laying back across the bed. Dan move around to her feet, taking them in his hands, then pulling one leg to the edge of the bed. Emma looked down to see what he was doing, and was shocked to discover he was wrapping her ankle in a silk rope. Her other ankle came next, leaving her wantonly spread open in front of him.
                  But Dan wasn't done, yet. Next came her left wrist, and then her right, so her body formed an X across the bed. Obviously he's into bondage, Emma thought. Enough to have restraint built into his bed. Wait... does that mean my mother's into bondage?
                  She quickly buried that last thought. Deep.
                  Once she was fully trussed, Dan went back down to the bottom of the bed and positioned himself between her legs. But he wasn't looking at her body – he was staring directly into her eyes. “Now,” he said, “You may think that you know what you're getting into. You may think you've done this before. But trust me, you have no idea.”
                  As he was talking, his hand found her pussy. Two fingers slid in with no resistance at all, and his thumb found her clit with unerring precision. Less than five minutes in, and she was as wet as she'd ever been in her life – for the first time, she was beginning to suspect Dan may be right.
                  “Obviously you've been had before,” Dan said, his fingers roughly emphasizing her lack of hymen. “So you know what it's like to be wet and open.”
                  It should have been hard to focus on his words when his every movement of his thumb sent lightening bolts of pleasure through her, but until he broke eye-contact she couldn't look away. His voice was doing as much for her as his hands.
                  “Good,” Dan continued. “That's how you belong. Wet and open, laid back like a whore, spread for the taking.”
                  She should have argued. She should have protested. But even now she was pulling against her restraints, grinding her pussy against his multi-talented fingers – she found it hard to protest. His fingers had found their rhythm now, deliciously teasing and almost painfully slow. She wanted it hard, and fast, and now, and all he was doing was taunting her. He ground his thumb against her clit suddenly, and she felt herself tighten around his fingers. She bit back a moan.
                  For the first time since he started, his eyes flicked downward and the spell was broken. Part of it, anyway. She could look away, now, down at his delicious cock and what his fingers were doing to her body.
                  “Aww,” Dan taunted, “You're looking away. What's wrong, honey? Are you ashamed of what you're doing? Are you ashamed of being Daddy's little whore?”
                  Emma had never considered herself into dirty talk, but god damn was it working. When he called her Daddy's little whore, she felt something stir in herself she'd never felt before – and considering she was moments away from begging to be fucked, this was hardly the time to wonder if she liked it.
                  Suddenly his fingers were out of her, and she was left uselessly thrusting the air in her restraints. Her eyes flew up to meet his again, and