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around his mouth made her breath quicken. “Anelda. What do you need?”
    “It’s too big, Sir,” she blurted out.
    He smiled, and her heart thumped harder. “Trust me. If it hurts too much and doesn’t give you pleasure, what do you need to say?”
    “Salmon.”
    “That’s right,” he said, and his focus centered on her aching cunt. “But I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I want to make it feel good.”
    She didn’t think he was going to be able to do that. The dildo was massive, and she hadn’t had sex in years. The idea that—
    His tongue slid over her clit; she couldn’t breathe or think or speak. His hot mouth devoured her, driving her pulse to a crazy level. The need to come washed over her, and she twisted helplessly. “Oh, oh.”
    Then he moved the dildo inside her slick channel. It only dipped inside and stretched her, but she couldn’t stop the involuntary thrust to deepen its penetration. His tongue lashed her, and she fought the impending orgasm. Then he slid the dildo deeper and twisted it inside her. Pain streaked through her, but it was intertwined with the pleasure of his mouth. She jerked back and forth between intense desire and agony. Her hips rotated, wanting the dildo to fill her, to complete her. It was like death and life and need.
    His tongue flicked faster across her nub, and she sensed her control leaving her. Now he fully seated the dildo inside her, and the anguish of its possession increased the pleasure. Her orgasm wasn’t a gentle wave of stimulation but a tsunami that destroyed everything in its path.
    She screamed and arched toward his mouth. He nipped her with his teeth, sending shards of pain/pleasure careening along her nerves. When she flew over the edge again, she bit the inside of her mouth. Oh God! Oh God! Her body trembled from head to toe as she came down from a high place. Slowly, he eased the dildo out of her pussy, but his tongue continued its drugging torment. Then he removed his mouth and slid her dress back down. As he rose to his feet, he shook his head. “You disobeyed me, Anelda. I’ll have to punish you again.”
    She was crumpled up on the couch and turned sideways, still shaking. “Okay, Sir.”

Chapter Four
    For months Mark had planned his sexual seduction of Anelda Armstrong. He’d wanted to show her the pleasures to be had when a submissive surrendered to a Dominant. What he hadn’t considered was the sheer need she would inspire in him. In his planning, he’d thought of her, of what she needed, of her reactions. He’d neglected to consider his own reactions. The raging hard-on was a minor inconvenience compared to the surprising strength of his feeling of ownership and possession.
    He immediately recognized that he was going too fast. She was vulnerable, her walls torn down at his insistence. It was up to him to regain common sense. Yet as he stared at her disheveled hair and her trembling limbs, he wanted to forget sense and drown in pleasure. It was compelling, this sensation of being the first to own her, the first to experience her submission. Like a man who was tasked with giving a virgin her first sexual experience, he felt both the animal satisfaction of her innocence and the heavy responsibility of her well-being. It would be a simple thing to bind her to him, to make her believe that she only needed him for her very existence. The temptation was overwhelming, and he was surprised by its force.
    He took a deep, shaky breath and closed his eyes. Dependency was not what he wanted. When he’d called this a “first date,” he hadn’t been kidding. A man like him needed a woman who understood kink. Instinctively, Anelda did. Her whole demeanor was to serve. She lived her life sacrificing for others and received none of the advantages from the exchange. Mark was going to teach her another way.
    And he had to be prepared for the day when the student went out on her own. He knew he was in trouble when that thought made him