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but still she obeyed him. Her own engorgement was warm against her palms, and she felt his spittle as a thin moist film. As he closed her fingers and thumbs around her own teats, she gasped, then whimpered. Below, her body was already betraying her . . .
    He'd made her come. Brought her to climax. He'd touched only her breasts, and yet she'd had an exquisite orgasm. Floating half-way between fantasy and the heat of the city, she surrendered to a cresting wave of pulsating sensation and heard a cry bubble helplessly from her lips. She squeezed hard on her own nipples and sobbed: then heard de Guile - who was suddenly and utterly 'Jake' - laugh archly as she squirmed before him.
    'I knew you'd be like this,' he said, sliding neatly from the couch and dropping down to kneel at her feet. 'When I first saw your picture in the files. Your eyes . . . I knew you'd come easily for me. That you'd be beautiful and melt and flow with the slightest of handling. I knew when we met that you'd perform for me.'
    Delia - who'd never performed or come easily in her life - was desperate to touch her quim. It was fluttering and beating like a second heart. It was crying out to be fingered and stroked. But she felt paralysed. Only Jake could give her leave to caress herself.
    When was it that he'd taken control of her? The exact moment eluded her but suddenly he was her master. The Prince, alive in the city and complete in the sovereignty of his title; and in the power to give her effortless pleasure.
    Slumped back, eyes closed, her breasts still held in her hands, she sensed him shift his weight slightly, then felt his fingers on the hem of her skirt. Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed the slim tube swiftly up her thighs and shuffled it over her hips, using the thin satin lining as a slider. Delia lifted her bottom off the seat automatically, and within moments she was as displayed below as she was above - with everything that should've covered her bunched crudely in a bundle at her waist.
    She didn't dare look down, knowing that the thin silk crotch of her camiknickers was twisted and lodged between her labia. She could feel the empty air warm against her exposed pubic floss and the long bare expanse of her thighs - and only a narrow sliver of sheer yellow fabric kept her sex from his compelling blue gaze.
    'Sublime . . .'
    For a few seconds Delia's shivers had nothing to do with sex. He'd said it. Said the dream-word. Blue eyes or not, he'd come straight from her fantasy, and her near-naked body was dying for him.
    Moving purely on instinct, she undulated her pelvis before him, wafting it and lifting it like an Egyptian belly dancer. It was the lewdest thing she'd ever done but there was no way now she could stop herself.
    'Sublime,' he murmured again, his touching fingers tender on the inner slope of her thigh.
    She shuddered again when he plucked at the worked-in strip of silk, then dragged it rhythmically back and forth against the swollen tip of her clitoris. The sodden cloth clung wickedly to her flesh, dragging on her most sensitive membranes, and Delia felt a hot, wet flush. Her thighs scissored wildly as she came again, but almost before it had begun, she felt Jake push his fingers between her sex-lips and ease out the thin piece of fabric. There was a sensation of pulling and tugging, then he was folding up the two detached halves of the gusset and baring her shining folds to his view.
    'Agh! Oh God!' She grunted low but loud as a finger pushed into her vagina. He did it with ineffable gentleness but it was still a violation, a delicious shaming rudeness. The very core of her speared on a stranger's slim digit.
    His face was so close to her now that she could feel his breath on her moistness. 'Relax, Dee,' he whispered, 'let me in.' A second finger slid in beside the first and their combined thickness swivelled inside her.
    'Oh, Jake, please!' she sobbed, aware that she'd used his given name for the first time. She didn't quite