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hands with his hips at the very edge of the bed.
So lovely. He wanted to nip that ass and ride her already. Her mouth on him was going
to be sensual heaven.
She drew up on her knees in front of him. Placed her bound hands on his knee to
steady herself. Her mouth lowered and pressed a kiss to his thigh.
A tease.
A test.
A small one, but an act of not doing what he d asked. And that wouldn t do. She
wanted him to command her. And that meant her doing what he d commanded.
He reached down and pulled her head up by her hair.  I said to suck my cock.
Anywhere but there, and I ll go to bed for sleep.
A shudder rocked her and her voice was husky.  Yes, Clyde. Sorry, Clyde. He d never
heard such eagerness from her before. He d passed a test with her. Kept her on the track of
obeying him.  Yes, Clyde.
He released her head and it dipped down again.
Glorious lips descended on his cock. Her warmth and wetness surrounded him.
Enveloped him. Took him into a warm cavern. His hips bucked a little off the bed.
She slipped her mouth around the tip of his cock and suckled slightly. Barely enough to
register on his radar, but reminding him what he had to look forward to.
He leaned his head back. Sensations raced through him.
She sucked again and again, her mouth slowly moving up his length. Her teeth never
scraped him. Her lips were wide enough so that wouldn t happen, but tight enough to let
him feel them around him.
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He closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations of her mouth. On the
burgeoning pleasure building up inside him. His entire body filled with it. Shocks ran up and
down his nerve endings, along with molten heat.
He felt about ready to explode like a volcano. He wanted to come, but wanted to
prolong this moment as much as possible. Wanted his time with her to be as long as he could
make it. He concentrated on holding himself off.
Her mouth went back up to his tip. Then back down to his base. Intimate torture that
kept him spinning in arousal s clutches.
His hips thrust forward. He groaned, leaning back on the bed and bracing himself up
with his arms.
In and out, she took him, taking him as far down her mouth as she could. This time,
when she slipped him almost out, she let him go.  May I touch your balls, Clyde? The
desperation in her voice was acute.
She d asked before she d done what she wanted. Because he hadn t given her
permission.  Yes, Angelica.
Like he wouldn t have given her permission for that. But that she d asked spoke what
lesson she d learned earlier. He liked to dominate during sex but he d never taken it this far,
yet he was finding he enjoyed it more than he d thought possible.
Her soft touch on his balls made him hiss. They drew up close to his body, not trying to
get away from her hand but trying to send him into the explosion that hovered ever so near.
She placed her mouth back on him and he almost came off the bed. Her mouth coupled
with her fondling of his balls launched him into the stratosphere.
Sweat coated his body. His heart raced, sending blood accumulating into his cock,
making it harder than ever.
A couple more passes up and down of her mouth, and his orgasm jetted from his body
in spurts.  Angelica!
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Her mouth worked to catch what seemed to be his never-ending come. After it had
finally ceased, she licked her lips, tongue creeping out to get all the spatters.
He shuddered both with the force of his orgasm and with the sight of her lapping up
his essence. He d never thought anything like that would affect him so much. But it was
intimate. A woman drinking in your semen couldn t be anything but intimate.
And he didn t do intimate.
Whores didn t swallow.
A hooker didn t put her whole heart into a blowjob, even when he paid well. Not like
this one. She d put her soul into what she d given to him, and he recognized it for what it
was.
A gift.
Nor did whores submit to his every whim. They had limits. She had none. He sensed
she would do whatever it took to please him.
He blinked as a slow smile spread across her face.
Whores didn t smile. They demanded what money was left on his tab. Hell, they hadn t
even discussed what he owed. His heart pounded in his chest at her reactions to him.
Which begged the question.
If Angelica wasn t a whore like she d told him& what was she?
* * * * *
Clyde slowly moved up on the bed.  Come here, Angelica.
Her feet moved almost before she thought about it. Obeying him, of course. Something
about his voice when they were getting sexual made her yearn to do whatever he asked.
Most men tried to dominate her in other areas of her life, but in the bedroom, they were
pansies. He made the Alphas of her pack look like jokes, and the Betas look like wimps. In
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the room she most wanted domination -- the bedroom -- she could push them over with one
little finger and do what she wanted. Especially with her hand around their cocks.
Not Clyde.
He d made her obey him even when she d been about to suck his cock.
And she d liked it. She was terribly wet and horribly achy. Swollen. Needy. Even after
having had sex once already today. And multiple orgasms.
Why did she find him so intoxicating? So addicting?
She sat next to Clyde, pushing up on her still bound hands and awaiting his next
command.
He didn t disappoint.  Lie down. On your stomach.
Without hesitation, she rolled onto her stomach and lay down. Her face plopped into
the mattress and laid there.
His gentle fingers picked up her head and lifted.
She helped and he slid a small pillow underneath to lift her head up slightly.  Better?
Keep your head to the side. He pulled her hair to the side too.
He was trying to make her comfortable.
Her stomach clenched, as did her parts between her legs. No man had ever seen to her
comfort during sex. The few she d had, they d seen to their own needs. Yeah, they might
have gotten her off, but they d never checked to make sure she was okay.  Yes, much better.
Thank you, Clyde.
His lips lifted in a curl of a grin.  Good. He took her hands in his and pulled them up
toward the head of the bed. He used the clip to attach them to the rope he d already put up
there.
The instant she heard the click that told her she was bound, a dreamy feeling settled
over her. Wasn t quite sleepiness or tiredness. It was lethargy but it was a good kind. A safe
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kind. She d never felt quite so tingly before. Her pussy throbbed and swelled, even as she
went into a space in her head, telling her she was in the right spot.
She heard him rummaging and a slither went across her foot. She almost jerked it back
but caught it in time. Didn t want to get punished again for not doing what he d said. After
all, she was so close to getting something she wanted.
He pulled the rope across one ankle and anchored her to the footboard. It wasn t tight
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