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with
lust, and her inner muscles tightened with the onset of orgasm. Just a few more.
    He administered another
resounding slap that caught both her cheeks together.
    “What color are you now, sub ?”
    “Green… SO
green.”
    “Do you deserve more?”
    “If you think I do, Master.”
    He paused and she listened to the
sound of his breathing. He was excited. He wanted to do more but he was holding
back. Taking his time.
    “No. I think I’ve punished you
enough for now.”
    She bit her lip to prevent her
moan of disappointment.
    Matt turned her around. He eyed
her bosoms and the wanton flush that spread across her chest. He lifted her
onto the counter and she giggled as the ice-cold surface met her flesh.
    “Lie back.”
    He helped her to lie down so that
her head almost touched the sink.
    “Now spread your arms and legs.”
    Megan spread herself out like a
starfish until she was totally exposed upon the counter. Every inch of her body
blazed with desire and her breaths were fast and shallow. The exhilaration of
their play was overwhelming with its intensity and she realized how much she
had missed it. Feeling Matt’s power, knowing that he could spank her just hard
enough to rouse her stirred her in so many ways. He was a big man. He could
have crushed her with one hand if he chose. But he knew how to channel his
power in just the right way. He could control how he spanked her and how he
stimulated her. He just knew her so well and he had so much skill and
experience.
    So much will power.
    How many men had that?
    “Good, sub,” he whispered as he
walked around the island. “You look so good.”
    Megan trembled with joy at his
compliments. She had always loved to be praised by him. He picked up the can of
cream and gave it a good shake.
    “Now I’d like to see just how
creamy you get.”
    He pulled the top off the can
then began to squirt it all over her mound. Megan closed her eyes as the cold
frothy cream began to seep between the heated folds of her sex. For she knew
what Matt was about to do next.
    Or at least she thought she knew.
    ****
    “Now, sub, lie very still. I’ll
be back in a moment.”
    Megan peered at Matt’s retreating
form. He had returned to the room just off the kitchen. What had he gone to
get? Her stomach fluttered as if full of a thousand butterflies and she
wriggled her hips in anticipation.
    Though she had already decided
that this would just be about tonight, she suspected that Matt would make it a night
to remember and one that would leave her struggling to depart from Cherub and
from his life again. Breaking it off with him four years ago had been so tough.
Would she be able to summon the courage, the resolve to do it again?
    Relax. Enjoy. Focus.
    The ice cold cream began to melt.
It trickled down between her pussy lips, then between her buttocks. She shivered
with delight. Her clit was already swollen from Matt’s caresses and the thought
that she would soon receive more left her panting with excitement. She fought
the urge to touch herself and bring out the orgasm that hovered in her pussy.
It would be worth waiting for. Just hold
on…
    Matt’s approaching footsteps
increased her anticipation and she closed her eyes again.
    She heard a click and the room
behind her eyelids brightened. Twilight had fallen quickly in Cherub, as it
always did.
    “Megan…Open your eyes.”
    She obeyed. Her mouth fell open.
    “What’s that?”
    “A new toy for
your pleasure.”
    He held up a small pink cylinder.
Attached to it by a small wire were two pink and silver nipple clamps. They
glinted beneath the kitchen spotlights.
    Megan frowned. “I can see that
they’re nipple clamps but what’s the cylinder for?”
    “These are very special clamps,
sub. They increase the pleasure because they vibrate.”
    Megan took a deep breath. Vibrating clamps. In their play in the past, Matt had used a variety of clamps on her. He had
started her off with leather thongs that were tightened around the