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  Kor traced them gently, brushing his fingertip along her slit just as he had before. Only this time, with her legs spread, he was able to trace lower, sliding gently down almost to the entrance of her pussy.

  “Kor…” she whispered breathlessly.

  “Shhh.” He stroked her thigh soothingly. “Spread a little wider for me, blondie. Let me in.”

  “Wh-why?” Maggie stammered. “I mean…what are you going to do?”

  “Just spread your pussy open and touch you,” he murmured. “But don’t worry, I won’t go under your panties, I swear.”

  Maggie didn’t know what else to do. Biting her lip, she opened for him, allowing him to split her thighs wide. The action opened her pussy and she blushed when she saw the little pink pearl of her clit showing between her wet, puffy lips.

  Kor groaned softly. “So fucking beautiful,” he muttered but apparently she still wasn’t spread wide enough for him.

  Very gently, he pressed his thumbs to either side of her pussy and opened her lips even further, stretching the white lace panties to the limit. Maggie felt a rush of shameful pleasure as her inner cunt was revealed, her pink folds spread wide for a man she’d never even met outside her dreams before today. God, had it really been only this morning she was rescuing him from his chains? How had they gotten to this point? Maggie didn’t know but it was clear there was no going back now.

  “Such a pretty little clit,” Kor murmured, stroking it gently with his finger, tracing it through the lace. He looked up at Maggie. “How do you like to be touched, blondie?”

  “How…what…?” Maggie wasn’t exactly sure what he was asking.

  “How do you make yourself come? Like this?” He stroked gently along one side of her clit, making Maggie jump and gasp as a sudden bolt of pleasure shot through her.

  Kor gave her a half-lidded smile. “That’s it, then? Just like that?” He stroked her again through the damp lace and then began a slow, steady rhythm—up, down, and around—that seemed designed to drive her wild.

  Maggie moaned. God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this. Couldn’t believe she was lying there with her legs spread in a public place and letting a huge alien male stroke her open pussy.

  I still have my panties on, she reminded herself desperately. But it seemed to matter less and less as her pleasure grew.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” Kor murmured to her, leaning in to steal a kiss. “Do you like it when I pet your sweet pussy? Like it when I spread open your hot little cunt and stroke your clit?”

  Maggie felt her breath catch in her throat. God, she loved dirty talk. Loved what she had read of it in the few trashy romance novels she indulged in from time to time, anyway. Donald was certainly no good at it. The one time he had tried, at her behest, he’d come up with such gems as, “Is this adequate? Do you feel aroused?” and “Is the way I’m touching you making you desire coitus?” Maggie had never asked him to talk dirty to her again—some men just didn’t have the knack.

  Kor appeared to have it, however—in spades. He continued to murmur to her in that low, growling voice as he petted and stroked her open pussy, his finger circling around and around her throbbing clit as he spoke.

  “You know what I’d like to do to you right now?” he asked, holding her eyes with his.

  “Wh-what?” Maggie could barely get the word out. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was shaking her entire body.

  “First I’d like to slip these little panties down around your ankles. Get your little pussy completely bare for me. Don’t worry—” he went on. “I won’t—but Gods, I sure as fucking hell want to.”

  “G-go on,” Maggie breathed. The gentle caress he was giving her clit combined with his hot words was really getting to her. “Then what?”

  “Then I’d kiss you again—get on my knees before you, just like I did at the door. Only this time I’d spread open your soft little pussy lips and kiss inside. Right here.” He took the swollen little nub of her clit between his thumb and finger and pinched very, very gently. Sparks of hot pleasure shot through her, making Maggie moan. “You like that, sweetheart?” Kor growled. “You like the idea of me licking you out? Tasting your hot little cunt?”

  Wordlessly, Maggie nodded. There was no denying her body’s reaction to him. Every moment he touched her she could feel her pleasure building.

  “That’s good,” Kor murmured. He went back to stroking her clit, one finger drifting lazily around and around the sensitive bundle of nerves. “I’d kiss you,” he went on. “Bury my face between your legs and kiss your sweet pussy. Suck this hot little clit into my mouth and tease you with my tongue.”

  “You would?” she whispered.

  Kor nodded. “Uh-huh.”

  “Th-then what?” She was hanging on his every word—she couldn’t help it. Maggie didn’t know if she’d ever been so turned on in her life and he still hadn’t touched her bare skin.

  “Then what…” Kor seemed to be considering the question. Maggie expected him to go on describing how he would taste her—another act Donald disliked—but Kor surprised her.

  “Then I’d tie you up,” he said, looking at her speculatively. “Tie your hands behind your back, put you on your knees with your legs spread. Push you down so that your ass was high in the air, your pussy spread wide, all soft and sweet and vulnerable. But first…” He appeared to be thinking. “First I’d put a blindfold on you. Then I’ve leave you there for a little while, waiting all open and naked for me. You wouldn’t know what was coming next—my fingers…my tongue…or my cock.”

  The last word was a low, lustful growl that seemed to do something strange to her insides. Maggie hadn’t thought she could be more turned on but his words seemed to flip a switch inside her. Her heartbeat kicked up another notch and she couldn’t seem to get a deep enough breath.

  “Oh,” she whispered, unable to make the words come out louder. “Oh but I…I don’t think I’d like that.”

  “Hell yes, you would, blondie.” Kor was eying her speculatively. “Your heartbeat…your breathing…the way you’re soft skin is all flushed and hot—everything about you screams ‘submissive.’ You’d love to switch things around—try being the slave for a while.”

  “No,” Maggie protested. “No, really…”

  “Uh-huh.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Then why is your pussy so much wetter now that I started talking about this? Your little cunt is so hot and slick I could taste your juices right through these panties.”

  Maggie shook her head. “No…no, please…”

  “Why not?” he growled. “I can smell your sweet scent from here and seeing your pussy all shiny with honey is driving me fucking crazy.”

  “I…” Maggie shook her head. It was one thing to let him kiss her panties as he had when they first came into the banquet hall. But to actually let him spread her open and lick her there…it was too much. Too close to cheating “Please, Kor,” she begged. “Don’t. Just…talk to me some more. Just touch me.”

  “Like this?” He pinched her clit gently again and then began to caress the throbbing little bundle of nerves as he leaned in close to her.

  “Oh!” Maggie gasped. “Yes…yes, please!”

  “Such a polite little girl,” Kor growled approvingly. “Come closer, Maggie—let me look in your eyes.”

  Maggie leaned forward, her eyes locked with his strange, pale blue ones.

  “What?” she breathed softly.

  “Just want to tell you what I really want to do to you.” Kor looked at her. “What I’ve wanted to do from the first time I dreamed about you.”

  “You…what do you…?”

  “I want to fuck you, Maggie,” he whispered harshly, his fingers still moving restlessly, caressing her clit through the thin silky lace. “But I want to take my time doing it. Want to tie you to the bed, your arms and legs spread, your sweet little pussy all open and wet for me, just like it is now.”

  “I…” Maggie’s heart was racing so