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being able to
get to it—that she would fight the very ropes that gave her the security to be so excited. And he knew just how to drive her crazy. He would tease and tease,
touch her and taunt her gently with her own desire until she was half out of
her head with need, and only then would he let her have it.
    Tonight it was worse than ever. All her resentment, her
frustration and anger over the violet wand seemed suddenly redoubled as she lay
there, tied and helpless. Emily bit deep into the gag, squirming as Master’s
fingers toyed with her pussy, hot pleasure pooling under his touch and yet
never given full vent. It seemed to take an age until he finally thrust two
fingers into her, dragging a squeak from her throat and an involuntary shudder
from her flesh.
    “You want me to fuck you?” he asked, bending low over her
back, his heat and proximity blinding her to everything but the desire she felt
for him. “Need it? Need this cock?”
    Emily bared her teeth, groaning violently around the gag,
fighting the ties that bound her and barely even aware of the soft, white, pure
rope chafing at her skin. He took hold of her by the thighs, dragging her with
ease across the bed, and she panted heavily, still fighting him because it
wasn’t fast enough, it wasn’t hard enough… She heard the rustle of the condom
wrapper, still nothing but the pale-blue bedclothes and the pine headboard in
front of her. Visions of his body peopled her head—she could see every detail
of his broad, strong frame, his thick, heavy cock. Her breaths came in gulps as
her pussy shivered in anticipation. It almost seemed as if she could feel him
already, driving within her, hard and relentless. She felt his warmth, his
touch, the solidity of him behind her as he pushed her thighs apart, pulling
her that little bit farther off the edge of the bed.
    Emily squeezed her eyes shut so hard she saw stars, hardly
daring to breathe even though her lungs ached for air. The tip of Master’s cock
pressed between her lips and she pushed back hungrily, desperate to feel him
fill her.
    But he didn’t. He stayed like that, tormenting her until she
screamed in frustration, his grip on her bound arms driving her as wild as her
inability to break free.
    Fuck me , she wanted to beg, to yell, to plead…and
somehow that soul-deep, burning need became tied up with the resentful,
shameful guilt from earlier, tainted with her anger and uncertainty. Greg
finally thrust into her, opening her pussy and breaking through the walls of
her defenses, and Emily hollered through her gag, tears and saliva wetting her
face. She clutched at his cock, her walls fluttering against his strokes as he
sheathed himself in her over and over again, his rhythm ceaseless and certain.
    This was her gift to him. As he used her, fucked her,
pounded into her, she yielded to his need and lost herself in its tide. It was
all she could do to hold on, the ache of her position long eroded by the
consuming intensity of his thrusts, and she couldn’t hold back the searing,
violent climax that soon poured through her flesh, washing away the guilt, the
recriminations…pretty much all forms of coherent thought.
    When he was done, Greg untied her and they slid beneath the
bedclothes. He petted her again, soothing life and comfort back into all of her
sore, stiff joints and muscles and giving her a safe, solid place to float back
to.
    In turn, as she lay across his chest, tucked into the
comfortable seclusion of his arms, Emily pressed close to him, content and
happy to share this time with him…to yield her submission to him and show him
that he too was loved, cared for and trusted.
    In that soft, silent part of the night, just before sleep
stole over her, she supposed that, just maybe, trying out the wand wouldn’t be
so bad.
    Not as long as it was with him .

Chapter Three
     
    Of course, by the time the weekend came around, Emily was
vacillating again.
    She almost decided to call Greg and tell him she