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  Jillian shook her head. “No, Master,” she murmured demurely.

  He grinned. “That wasn’t your punishment, sweetheart.” He reached down beside the bed and she heard a musical rattling sound. When his hand reemerged, he was holding something that shimmered in the candlelight. He touched it to the hollow of her throat and Jillian nearly jumped out of her skin—ice!

  “Cold, isn’t it?” He traced the ice cube slowly around her left breast. “I told you I was going to cool you down. Now just relax and take your punishment like a good girl.”

  “Yes…yes, Master,” Jillian gasped and moaned when the cool cube came in contact with her nipple. The hot wax had rendered her tight peaks supersensitive and every nerve ending in her entire body seemed to tingle when he stroked the slippery ice over her naked flesh. God, first fire and then ice, she felt as if she were going to explode, unable to stop herself from writhing under his slow torture.

  “You’re a very good girl, holding still like this,” he said, watching her face as he traced the ice cube down her trembling belly and circled her navel with it. “It’s not easy to lie there and take it, to submit and allow another person to dominate you so completely.”

  “What…what do you know about it?” Jillian’s teeth were chattering as the icy cube made its way down to the bare mound of her pussy. “You’re the one doing the dominating, remember?”

  He smiled, revealing white, even teeth. “I’ve been on the other side of it a time or two, sweetheart. Not because my natural inclinations run that way—they don’t. But I believe you can’t really understand what your sub is going through if you don’t try it yourself once in a while.”

  “Wow.” Jillian stared at him, surprised. She couldn’t imagine such a powerful man allowing himself to be tied up and taken the way he was taking her. The idea was strangely and powerfully erotic and she wondered suddenly if she could do the things to him that he was doing to her if their positions were reversed.

  “What are you thinking?” He lifted the ice cube for a moment, his eyes fixed on her face.

  Jillian blushed. “I guess I was just trying to picture you in the position I am now—helpless and naked on the bed.”

  He grinned. “You like the idea, huh?”

  “It’s…intriguing,” Jillian admitted. “Will I get to see you naked before this is through?” she asked, wondering where she got the nerve to ask such a question. But she couldn’t help wondering if he looked as good without his pants as he looked with them. And if the cock she’d felt when he rubbed against her could possibly be as large as it looked under that tight black leather.

  “Do you want to see me naked?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

  Jillian could feel her cheeks heating but decided to be truthful. “Very much, Master,” she murmured, letting her gaze rove over his muscular body.

  He smiled. “Maybe later, if you’re good.”

  “I can be very good, Master.” Jillian raised her eyes to his, letting the heat she felt fill them. “See?” Deliberately she spread her legs even wider, arching her back and giving him free access to her naked pussy.

  He made a sound like a growl of pure lust at the back of his throat. “You think I won’t finish your punishment if you come on to me? Well, you’re wrong.” He brought the ice cube down again, sliding it between her open pussy lips and using it to circle the sensitive nub of her clit.

  Jillian gasped and arched up off the bed. The chilly tingle of the ice against her heated bud was too much. She was ten times more sensitive there since he’d dripped the hot wax all over her and it was impossible to hold still.

  Suddenly he removed the half-melted cube. “Enough punishment,” he growled, his deep voice throbbing with lust. “I think I’ll give you that reward after all.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and scooped her hips up in his powerful hands. “Been wanting to do this from the first minute I saw you,” he muttered.

  “Oh!” Jillian’s back arched again as he buried his face between her thighs, lapping her cold pussy with his hot mouth. He circled her clit slowly and then sucked it into his mouth and tortured it sweetly with the tip of his tongue. Then, tilting her pelvis back to spread her even wider, he plunged deep into her open pussy, plundering her tight sheath, tongue-fucking her as hard and long as he could, as though he wished with all his heart it was his cock instead of his mouth between her legs.

  Jillian’s hands clenched into fists as she twisted on the bed beneath him. She had never been tasted this way before, never been devoured so savagely. The few times Barry had tried to give her oral sex had been disasters. Jillian had been too embarrassed to really open up and enjoy anything he was trying and he obviously wasn’t into it, making her feel even more inhibited. After one or two tries they had given up and decided to stick to missionary-style sex. At least she couldn’t feel too embarrassed lying under him in the dark, just waiting for him to be finished.

  But with the man she had come to think of as her master, there was no time for embarrassment and he had already stripped away most of her inhibitions. She was nothing but pure sensation, her legs spread wide, his muscular shoulders hunched between them as he lapped her open cunt greedily. It was as though he would never be able to get enough of her.

  He likes this, Jillian realized through the haze of pleasure he was generating inside her. He likes tasting me this way. Eating me. Going down on me. The realization, almost as much as the feel of his tongue inside her and the rough rub of his facial hair against her sensitive thighs, put her over the edge. Incredibly, she felt another orgasm shooting through her as he ravaged her with his mouth.

  “Oh…oh God! OhGodohGodohGod!” she babbled. Her hips jerked helplessly and then he was pushing two thick fingers inside her again, sucking her clit while he finger-fucked her, making sure that she wouldn’t come down for a good, long time.

  The world seemed to tilt above her head and Jillian moaned and cried like a woman possessed, unable to help herself, unable to stop. Unable to do anything but ride out the fierce pleasure he was giving her until she thought she might die from it.

  At last he pulled away and looked up at her, his mouth shiny with her juices in the candlelight. “God, sweetheart, you taste delicious.” His deep voice was hoarse with desire and once again, Jillian wished he could fuck her. The thick cock she’d felt earlier had to be aching in the tight confines of his pants and while having his fingers and tongue inside her was nice, what she really wanted was that long, thick length inside her, skewering her, fucking her within an inch of her life. Stupid rules about how far they could go. It’s my fantasy, isn’t it? Shouldn’t I be able to dictate what happens at least a little? she thought, forgetting for a moment that it wasn’t her fantasy at all but Sabrina’s. Then she remembered, but it still didn’t ease her desire to have him inside her.

  “Master,” she whispered, her own voice somewhat hoarse from shouting. “I know…know you can’t fuck me. But could you kiss me, please?”

  “With pleasure, sweetheart.” He sat up and positioned himself between her spread thighs. Jillian groaned in pleasure again as she felt the hard lump inside his leather pants settle between her open pussy lips.

  “I want you,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his hips and drawing him closer. He rubbed against her and she could see a mixture of desire and frustration on his handsome face. His cock was throbbing against her sensitive clit and she felt positively empty inside she wanted him so badly. “Please,” she whispered, knowing he would understand her. “Please, Master.”

  “I can’t.” His deep voice was a growl of pure desire. “You don’t know how much I want to, sweetheart, but I just can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.” Jillian writhed under him, doing her best to break down his defenses. “I won’t tell.”

  He growled fiercely and took her face in his hands. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. It isn’t nice to tease your Dom.” Before she could respond, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her as hard and desperately a