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wax dripped on her sensitive parts? What about needles or tight restraints?
    Sighing, she turned away from her cell. She was quite inexperienced in the various ways of carnal pleasure. She hadn’t had much sex over the years. When she’d started her vacation, her dry spell had ended. Fucking each man she’d met had been great and passionate. She’d enjoyed every minute and every orgasm. But it had been vanilla sex. She’d never done anything with toys or cuffs, never strayed outside of a few spanks. So she had no idea what kind of playful acts, touches, or teases would arouse her. And at her age, her lack of familiarity made her feel a bit embarrassed. Bottom line, she didn’t know how to answer his question. She finally gave up thinking about the matter and typed her reply.
    As I mentioned before, I don’t like pain. I’m open to ideas you might have.
    It was a lame response. She shook her head, disliking that she’d sent it. But she really didn’t know what to say. God, she hoped she wasn’t spoiling the heated mood.
    Her phone shook gently in her hand.
    I have many ideas, especially after watching you hold your arms up. Sadly, you are not here long enough for me to share all my desires with you. I’d like to tie you up and have my wanton way with you, but this is your visit. You should take advantage of your freedom and enjoy every bit of pleasure a man can give. Tell me what you want, Gwen.
    The answer immediately surfaced, as if her body hadn’t given her enough clues. She wanted him. Her desire included him touching, kissing, and pumping his thick member into her. She longed to have him fill her and give her intense orgasms. Was he willing to give her everything she hungered for? His message seemed to indicate he would.
    She prepared a text for him.
    I desire your hands and lips on my body. Make me come with your tongue, then fuck me hard. I want to feel you deep inside me, filling every bit of my pussy. Bring me many orgasms and I will be a very happy woman.
    Gwen took a deep breath as she waited for his reply. He’d said he was eager to please her and she hankered for just that. But would he mind vanilla sex?
    Her cell pulsated.
    I will submit to your desire. You will take control and I will obey. I must have you. I must feel you. I will give you all that you seek.
    Gwen reread the text. Key words stood out—submit, take control, and obey. Was she the Dom? She scrolled up on her screen and skimmed her prior message. It did seem a bit commanding. She’d never thought of herself as an authority figure handing out orders, especially in the bedroom. But hell’s bells, why not? Why not take life by the balls and make them work for her?
    Grinning, she moved her fingers over the letters on her phone, then hit send.
    I’m quite anxious to get what I want. Are you sure you’re up to the task?
    His response arrived quickly.
    I’m up and hard for you now. I long to please you and feel you come. You are such a beautiful woman. Would you mind doing a favour for me? I promise, it’s an easy one.
    She pressed her lips together as she replied.
    Sure. What is it?
    Holding her cell, she looked around the café and canal again. Where the hell was he hiding?
    When her device trembled, she directed her attention on it.
    Hold your hair up and arch your back. Then slowly bring one of your hands down over your breasts. Uncross your legs and touch your thigh. Move it between your legs and touch yourself. I want to know how wet you are.
    Heat rushed through Gwen while her heart picked up extra beats. He wanted her to touch herself in a public place. Was he fucking crazy? Was she insane to even consider his request?
    She scanned the area. Couples chatted and drank their coffees. Others were passing. All were occupied with what they were doing. She thought about his appeal and decided she had to be out of her mind to do it, but she would. It seemed like a fair trade since he was willing to submit to her later.
    With a sly