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against her thigh. He lifted his head, lowering it to find her nipple, which he took between his teeth, lightly pulling and then sucking, while Leah moaned her approval. She could feel the wet, swollen throb of her cunt, and ached to feel him inside her.
    Lifting himself from her, Devin scooted down, pressing her thighs apart with strong hands. “Ahhh,” Leah sighed, the word pulled from her when his tongue made contact with her labia, licking in a teasing circle around her clit. She reached for his head to guide him, and was momentarily startled when she felt the grip of his fingers circling her wrists. As he continued to lick and suckle at her sex, he pressed her wrists firmly to the mattress, making it very clear who was in charge.
    Leah felt the sweet heat of submissive surrender settle over her like a silken blanket as Devin held her down. He brought her quickly to a series of orgasms that made her cry out with blinding pleasure.
    As she came slowly out of her swoon, she was aware of his mouth still on her—light, sweet kisses on her labia and along her inner thighs. He looked up from between her legs, his hair tousled and falling into those golden brown eyes, a soft smile on his face.
    “Beautiful girl,” he whispered. “You taste sweet as honey.”
    She smiled back, feeling as lazy and content as a cat. She watched as Devin stood, and the sight of his huge erection stoked the smoldering embers of her desire. She lifted herself onto her elbows as he moved toward the bureau. She recognized from his movements that he was putting on a condom.
    When he turned around, he was holding something. Leah’s eyes widened as she took in the black leather bullwhip, dangling like a promise from its braided handle.
    “Oh,” she gasped, her sexual stupor burning quickly away. It took skill and care to handle one of those properly, and the fact Devin owned one made it pretty clear he was an expert in the delicious, dark art of BDSM.
    “You know what this is?” he asked softly as he advanced upon her, his large, thick erection leading the way.
    “A bullwhip,” she whispered in reply.
    “That’s right.” Devin set it down on the bed beside her. “I want to use it on you, if you prove yourself worthy.”
    “Oh,” she said again, language for the moment abandoning her. She could almost feel the wonderful, fiery sting of its tip, and hear the sonic crack as it made contact with that part of her that longed for erotic pain.
    “But first,” he whispered, settling himself over her. “I must have you.”
    He reached for her wrists, guiding them up over her head and pressing them into the mattress as he nudged her still-wet entrance with the head of his sheathed cock. He moved carefully, entering her slowly, his gold-flecked gaze burning into her.
    Leah tried to keep her eyes open as he eased inside her. She could feel her muscles contracting around his shaft and she groaned with pleasure as he began to move inside her. She focused on his face for as long as she could, loving the feel of his fingers curled around her wrists and his strong, muscular body over hers as he moved sensually inside her.
    Finally she gave up, letting her eyelids flutter shut as she arched up into him, embracing the pleasure radiating from her groin as it flowed over her body. He let her wrists go and threw his head back as he thrust hard inside her. His skin was hot, his neck flushing red as he orgasmed. Leah wrapped her legs around him and held him close in her arms, pulling him deep inside as she lifted her body to meet his.
    Afterward they lay still for a long time, his cock still buried in her warmth, their heartbeats tumbling over each other as their breathing slowly eased. Leah drifted in and out of a sexual lethargy, stunned at the intensity of what she’d just experienced.
    Eventually Devin rolled from her onto his back. Reaching for her, he pulled her close, guiding her head until she rested it on his chest. As she lay in the comfort and