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ass and those soft tits had been all about him. He’d already failed her by not recognizing her need and seeing that she was coming to a crossroads. It wouldn’t have been this weekend or next. But he’d bet within a month she’d have taken her beautiful self up to the big city to investigate a lifestyle club. That shit was not going to happen.
     
    “You will have a safe word. Everything stops anytime you want. Using it is not a failure. You will not be afraid to use it. If I suspect you should have used it and didn’t, I’ll spank your ass. Understand?” Jack waited for her to nod. “I have to leave in less than twenty-four hours. If we enjoy this, you’ll have time to make up your mind after I’m gone. So are you willing? Want to know what it feels like to be a submissive?”
     
    Carmen bit her lip as she stared up at him. Then she nodded.
     
    “No, baby. You need to say the words. Say my name and ask to be my submissive. Then tell me your safe word,” he commanded calmly. There was no way he would ever let her feel he’d taken something she didn’t want to give.
     
    Carmen opened her mouth and closed it again. Her legs clenched as a shudder ran up her body. Jack enjoyed the evidence of her excitement. Having to voice her submission while the wicked device buzzed in her cunt was going to make her desperate. His natural submissive was losing her mind. Yep, he was a very bad man. Knowing this, he did nothing to relieve her. He wanted her to associate her submission with sexual pleasure she couldn’t control.
     
    Carmen tried again. “Jack, I want to be your submissive.” She had to stop as her eyes fluttered shut and her knees came up, still pressed together tightly. “My safe word is…is… I don’t know. Help me please,” she begged as her body clenched uncontrollably.
     
    “Of course I’ll help. All you had to say is please.” Jack smiled and walked around to drop to his haunches by her head. Her body was undulating on the lounge. She’d already given up trying to hide her reactions from him. Tenderly stroking dark wisps of hair back from her face he leaned into her. “Your safe word is peach, like your golden skin,” he whispered across the lush lips, drinking in her panting breaths.
     
    Petting her head, he prompted, “Now spread your legs and say it all together.” His other hand reached down to the apex of her legs. With sure knowledge he placed two fingers on the cloth over her clit and circled lightly.
     
    He was barely touching her but the contact was fully intimate and completely possessive. His intention was to show her how a dominant had every right to touch her wherever he pleased no matter how rude it would normally be. Also that she was expected to follow commands while he did.
     
    Deliberately his fingers came up to the rim of her bikini bottoms and then slid inside. Still using a light touch he stopped at the apex of her slit. Just two fingertips softly pressed on her clit in wicked circles. The outcome was a sure thing. Her complete surrender mentally and physically would drive her into release. Even with only the light touch, her acceptance of his control would take her pleasure to a new depth.
     
    The cost to him was a whole different thing. Touching this sweet pussy and keeping it light took a mental hard lock on the big picture in his head. Focus on the mission wasn’t new. It’d never been this difficult.
     
    Breathing harshly through her mouth, her eyes clinging to his, she tried again. “Jack, please take me as your submissive. My safe word is peach.”
     
    “Good girl.”
     
    At his words her body arched, her head kicked back and she convulsed into orgasm. Jack stayed at her head, stroking her hair with one hand but lifting the other from her crotch. He wanted her to feel this orgasm on her own. Watching his gorgeous woman come apart gave him satisfaction along with lusty, possessive pride.
     
    She couldn’t control herself. Her legs fell completely