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G-spot, my juices flowed, wetting his shaft. Though he wanted me to be quiet, I couldn’t contain the moan that worked its way out of my throat.
    But instead of punishing me, he said, “You may come any time you’re ready.”
    Removing the hand from my mouth, he braced himself against my shoulder as he fucked me harder and faster. Now fully slick with my own cream, I pushed back to meet his forward strokes.
    “Oh yes, harder,” I called out.
    Again, a sharp slap cracked against my ass and he stopped thrusting. “Don’t tell me how to fuck you.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    At first I thought he would pull out and leave me unfulfilled, but slowly, he rocked his pelvis back and forth.
    An arm across my shoulders, his elbow digging into my shoulder blade, he held me down. “Don’t move.”
    He pumped his cock into me with brutal, short strokes. I did my best to comply though each time he pounded into my pussy, a wave of pleasure rocked me. The pain of yesterday’s play only added to the engorged, hot sensation building between my legs.
    I trembled, my inner walls contracting around his shaft. Soon I would come. No, he would make me come. Each thrust took me higher and, more than just my own climax, I wanted him to come with me. I wanted him to fill me with his sticky semen, take his pleasure just as he said, whenever and however he saw fit. I belonged to him, at least my body did and maybe my spirit too. I’d never wanted to please a man as much as I wanted to please Black.
    One last powerful thrust and he buried his cock in my pussy, pulsing forward as if trying to pry me open wider. The added stimulation to my G-spot pushed me over the edge. My body shook, juices pumping out of me, wetting my thighs. I held my breath, desperate not to utter a sound. My cunt constricted, clamping around his shaft and I felt him coming inside me.
    Yes . I closed my eyes. Yes. I loved the feeling of his cock pulsing inside me, each spurt pumping me full of his cum. His body shook, his breath ragged and irregular.
    Once the climax had tapered off, he withdrew from me.
    “Stay there until I come back.” He panted the command more than spoke it.
    I heard the slaps of his retreating footsteps. Though my back ached and the hard surface of the table crushed against my cheek, I didn’t move. I waited patiently, still splayed out for him.
    When he returned, he wiped my cunt and my legs then dropped down to clean the floor.
    “We made a mess,” he murmured, standing up.
    Running a hand over the stinging areas of my ass, he bent down and kissed my neck. “You may get up now.”
    “Go dress,” he said after I’d righted myself.
    A smile played across my lips as I took in the scent of sex hanging in the air.
    “Go.” He swatted me on the butt and I chuckled, grabbing my bag of clothing.

Chapter Five
     
    Once I’d put on the shirt and jeans—which fit me perfectly—I shuffled out to the dining room again. Black had disappeared, though I knew he hadn’t yet left. His keys, wallet and leather portfolio lay on the table.
    He peeked in from the kitchen, a dish towel over his shoulder. “I’m going to change. Why don’t you set up the computer?”
    I nodded. Good idea.
    As I booted up the laptop, I couldn’t help but sneak glances at his personal effects. Despite my curiosity as to his real name, I would never rifle through his wallet. I did, however, wonder what occupied the portfolio.
    “None of your business,” I whispered, punching keys and hitting Enter as required by the computer start-up program.
    Besides, the case probably just held prints of his work. Though he hadn’t shown me any examples of the kind of photos he sold, I couldn’t see Black as the kittens-and-babies kind of photographer. Nor could I imagine rote landscapes being his style. But what was his style?
    Curiosity won out over my sense of propriety and I unzipped the portfolio, letting it fall open. At first the images made no sense. They appeared to be traditional