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onto."
    I grasped them firmly. He laughed. “Not you. Me."
    "Huh?"
    Without explanation, Thorn flipped a switch. My knee rests began to spread apart.
    "Enough!” I blurted when my inner thighs felt stretched to the max.
    Thorn waited two more beats before he switched it off. Stepping between my legs, he pushed his stiff cock into my pussy, which stretched to accommodate it. Then he bent over me to grasp the hand holds and begin thrusting. I'd never felt anything like it. The power, the pain, the pleasure—I wanted everything to go on forever. I came so hard that amazing contraption trembled ominously beneath me. When the waves of ecstasy finally died down, I eased free of Thorn's prick and moved to get off.
    He stopped me. “Not done yet."
    I glanced back at his rigid dick. “Oops. Sorry.” Settling back in place, I waited happily for whatever he'd do next. His cock found my asshole again, no surprise. Only this time he seemed to have trouble getting his engorged dick inside my tight hole.
    He slapped my right butt cheek.
    "Ow!"
    "Relax."
    "I am relaxed."
    He slapped my left butt cheek.
    "Ow! Dammit."
    "I said ‘relax.’”
    "Baby, I'm Jel-lo."
    Thorn stepped back.
    I tried to look over my shoulder at him. “What are you doing?"
    "Thinking.” He walked all around, making a show of eyeing me. And though I felt ridiculous in that particular position, the twinkle in his eye made me so very hot and needy. “I'll be right back."
    Astonished, I watched him walk out the only door I hadn't used. He came back a couple minutes later with a leather-covered paddle, which he slapped noisily against his palm.
    "Bad girls get punished."
    "I'm naughty, not bad."
    "Oh, I don't know about that. You did this to me—” he pointed to his primed cock “—and now you won't help me tame it. I think that deserves at least three licks with the paddle."
    "Make it six."
    "If you insist.” Pow!
    I squealed.
    Pow! Pow!
    I gasped.
    Pow! Pow! Pow!
    I burst into tears.
    "Shit!” Thorn exclaimed, dropping to one knee by my face. “Did I hurt you?"
    "N-n-not at all.” Gulp.
    "Then why the waterworks?"
    "Because you're just too good to be true."
    Thorn burst out laughing. “There's more where that came from, baby. I may look like a normal guy, but I've got the mind of a first-class nympho. How else could I build all these gizmos?"
    "Please hurry up and fuck my ass. All the blood rushing to my head is making me dizzy."
    "I have a better idea.” Thorn lifted me off that thing and set me on my feet just long enough for him to scoop me up in his arms.
    Wide eyed, I let him carry me to the couch, where he sat with me in his lap.
    "You're one gorgeous chick, you know that?” Thorn brushed his lips over mine, then began kissing me in earnest. We opened our mouths; our tongues met and mated. He ran his hands all over me. I cradled his balls, then slid my hand over his dick—up and down, up and down.
    When he groaned, I got up and pushed him back on the couch. Slowly and deliberately, I straddled him, then lowered my ass onto his dick. My tiny hole resisted for half a second, then stretched to take him in. Every inch of that amazing cock filled me. I threw back my head, moaning with sheer bliss. We came together this time, both of us loudly celebrating our mutual release. And as we wound down, I lay with my face on his hammering heart. When the beat slowed, I raised my head.
    "May I ask you something?"
    "Yeah, sure."
    "Why didn't you agree to be my salesman the first time Mrs. Wilson—"
    "Williams."
    "—whatever asked?"
    "Several reasons. Your hair. Your eyes. Your incredible body."
    "You don't like them?"
    "I love them, Lakota, which scares me shitless."
    "Why?"
    "Because you can hurt me. I don't like feeling weak and vulnerable. That's why I avoid all relationships."
    "Thorn?"
    "Hmm?"
    "That's the exact reason I picked you for my salesman tonight. Though the sensible part of me warned you might hurt me, the foolish part suspected you'd be worth