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need.
    He stopped moving his fingers, though he left them inside
me. Then he stopped rubbing my ass. I held my breath. Now he would pull out his
dick and thrust it inside me. That’s what I wanted. I needed him to fill me as
only his cock could.
    He leaned forward and delivered an ominous whisper. “You
might be a very foolish young woman.”
    I couldn’t give his statement much thought, though I had no
doubt he was right. I had no doubt he was right about anything and everything,
as long as his fingers started moving again, or he fucked me. Whatever. Was
that foolish?
    “You stepped into a dark hall with a stranger,” he
continued, “in a noisy bar where it’s unlikely anyone would hear your screams.”
    I nodded. No doubt about it. He was right on that one. It
was pretty damned stupid of me. But I couldn’t be bothered by it for long, not
when his other hand slipped around my hip and found its way to my clit. He
rubbed it gently. Oh God. Tingles and heat. A pang low in my belly. A rising
pressure.
    He shifted so I could see his face, see into his dark, dark
eyes. “But I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt tonight,” he said,
“and assume this isn’t something you’d normally do.”
    His fingers twitched inside me again. Clearly and
distinctly, as if he wanted to make sure I registered each and every word, he
said, “I’m going to believe that you saw what I did.”
    I moaned and pushed against him, rolling my hips. I wasn’t
certain what he meant. The world had turned into a wonderland of pure
sensation. His fingers. Magical fingers. And when would he fuck me? I didn’t
want him to stop what he was doing, but at the same time, I was ready for him.
I wanted it.
    “Please fuck me,” I said. The blatant, pleading words would
surprise me when I remembered them later.
    His dark eyes narrowed as he looked at me, then he smiled.
“You don’t get what you want. I get what I want.”
    And with that, he pulled out of me and began to spank me,
this time on my pussy. Smack! A sharp fiery strike. If I tried to pull away, he
forced me back and smacked harder. Smack! On my ass. I fought my instinct to
escape, and struggled to hold the pose he wanted.
    Then his fingers were inside me again. And he returned to
rubbing my clit in the most delicious way, circling around and around. And his
fingers inside me, they resumed their special dance.
    He did none of this quickly, or in a rushed frenzy. Far from
it. Each action was measured, considered. Even when it changed, it was done in
a conscious way. He pulled his fingers out of me and slapped my pussy. Then he
shoved his fingers into me again. Pound. Pound. Pound. Was he twisting his
hand? A deliberate one, two, three. Then a withdrawal, and a fierce blow to my
pussy or my ass.
    Pound. The staccato burst of a stinging slap. And all the
while he teased my clit with feathery circles and flicks. I could have come at
any moment.
    The sensations nearly peaked in my belly, the tightness
ready for release, but each time I came close, he changed the rhythm or the
pressure, or whatever it was he was doing, and my imminent need to come
decreased. Then he began building me up again.
    Each smack of my pussy and ass was distinct. Each thrust
inside done with controlled fierceness. I experienced each act individually,
even as they bled into the whole.
    He smacked and pounded me until tears ran down my cheeks and
I gasped for air. Fingers in me. Fingers out. Pinches. Flicks. Spanks. I wanted
to get away but there was no way I could or would. I craved the release.
Couldn’t do without it. He drove me to the point that I rose to meet him as he
shoved into me.
    Please, please. I may have even said the words. And then ...
    I came. I came hard and total. My body rocked from it,
shuddering as the orgasm rolled through me.
    The Businessman found some spot inside me and rubbed it hard
as I came. I went to a higher level. The climax was shattering and lasted
longer than I thought