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think you agree.”
    Darla’s body tightened like a bowstring. She gasped and reflexively tilted her pussy into his touch.
    Kon smiled. He leaned back a little for a better view, still manacling her wrists with his other hand. Holding her captive excited him, and he sensed it did the same for her. Perhaps the physical domination helped her to mentally let go and give in to the pleasure overtaking her. If so, he could think of plenty of other ways to enhance her submission experience.
    He kneed her legs farther apart and looked. The beige silk, sheer to begin with, was practically transparent now where her juices dampened it. “Why did you shave your cunt?” he asked.
    She took that as an invitation to renew her struggles. He tightened his grip on her wrists and forced her thighs wider still. “It was for the boyfriend,” he said. It wasn’t a question. “One more thing to add some jazz to a drab love life. Did it work?”
    She went still, breathing hard.
    He answered his own question. “Guess not, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, would you?”
    And here was where she was going to stay until he’d made her come more times in one afternoon than she had in all her time with the fiancé.
    “What’s his name?” Kon asked. “Your unappreciative betrothed?”
    Darla shot a scowl over her shoulder. She blew hair off her flushed face.
    “That’s okay.” He patted her butt. “We can just call him Mr. Right. Me, I love a hairless cunt.” He also loved landing strips, topiary trims and bushes in glorious full bloom. He didn’t care how a woman chose to display her nether regions as long as the display was for his benefit.
    “So. Tell me.” Kon’s tongue traced the curve of Darla’s throat. “You on the Pill?”
    She hesitated. “Yes.”
    “Any STDs?”
    She scowled again. “Of course not. How can you ask me that?”
    “Excellent! Me neither.” He glanced around his train wreck of a studio. “Latest lab report’s around here somewhere if you want to see it in black and white.”
    Her only response was a disgusted sigh. He stroked his knuckles between her legs, relishing the caress of her swollen labia under the thin silk. A shuddering moan rose from deep in Darla’s throat. Her hips moved in time with his caress—he didn’t think she was aware of it.
    “Does Mr. Right make you feel like this?” Kon’s voice sounded low and thick to his own ears. “Does he take his time with you? Does he get you this hot and wet?”
    Darla opened her mouth to say something. To tell him to stop?
    He didn’t give her the chance. One long finger nudged aside the edge of the thong and pushed deep inside her.
    She cried out, bowing her back and forcing his finger deeper still. He watched it happen, watched her slick, tight passage accept first one, then two rough fingers, moving in the age-old rhythm.
    “Tell me you want it,” he growled. “Tell me to fuck you.”
    Her response was a long, keening whimper, more animal than human.
    “Say it.” Kon released her wrists to give one round butt cheek a stinging slap. She shrieked. “Say it, Darla!” His self-control was a fragile thing. When she refused to speak, he landed two more quick spanks, whap! whap! , feeling her pussy tighten with each blow.
    He’d spanked her just hard enough to leave rosy handprints on her lovely ass. With her hands free, Darla tried to push up from the floor as if preparing to push him off her. He twisted a third finger into her then, stretching her, trying not to rush it, a challenge of the highest order with his cock battering the fly of his pants, trying to get at her.
    “Oh...oh...” Darla groaned. Kon’s aching balls throbbed with every “oh”.
    That was enough. It was time. He withdrew his fingers and ripped open the silk shielding her mound.
    Darla gasped, and gasped again at the sound of his zipper. “Kon!”
    His cock sprang into his hand, hard as tempered steel and glistening with pre-come. He touched the tip to her sweet,