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    She
smiled, and squeezed his knee. ‘Those are your fault, Sir.’
    He
stroked a hand over her sweaty forehead. ‘Damn right, they are. How do you feel
now?’
    ‘Exhausted…
Great… Sore. Thank you, Sir.’
    He
got onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard. He held out his arms,
and gestured for her to move up so that she could lie against his chest. He was
still fully clothed.
    She
did as directed, sighing contentedly as she sank back into his strong, warm
arms.
    *
    ‘Sweetheart,
you liked it when the Doms held you down and I forced penetration, didn’t you?’
    A
shiver ran up her neck, and his arms tightened around her. ‘Yes.’
    ‘Do
you have rape fantasies?’
    She
stiffened, and he allowed her to pull away and turn to face him. ‘ No. I’ve met rape victims, and heard more than enough about their experiences to
harbor any rose-colored illusions about what that’s like, and the devastation
it can cause.’
    He
nodded. ‘But you do like force to be applied sometimes, don’t you?’ His gaze
was measured. ‘There have been a number of occasions when you’ve knowingly
pushed to the point where I’ve had to call for backup to restrain you while you
were penetrated, or while I performed a procedure.’
    Heat
flooded her face. ‘Yes. So long as I want it, yes, I find that extremely
hot.’
    His
finger traced smooth, graceful patterns on her bare back. ‘So do I,’ he said.
‘But let’s be clear; I do not find it hot to have sex with someone who’s
genuinely afraid, or who doesn’t want to fuck me every bit as much as I want to
fuck them.’
    She
met his gaze, and matched the rawness of his words. ‘I want to fuck you, Sir,
and I want you to fuck me. I love your mouth, but I want your cock too.’ She
looked down to his crotch, where his erection was practically burning a hole
through his jeans. ‘This is one of those times when I want you to force me. Do
whatever you have to do.’
    Something
in his expression shifted, and his eyes darkened. ‘Are you sure?’
    She
nodded.
    ‘Do
you know what, Sam?’ he said. ‘You’re so much better at opening up to me, now.
Before our first session, or even our second, I don’t think you’d have spoken
to me like this.’
    She
smiled, blushing. ‘Probably not, Sir. They’re not the easiest things to talk
about.’
    ‘I
know.’ He smiled, and stroked a hand down her arm and shoulder, finally
capturing her hand. ‘Shall we make it a little more interesting?’
    She
had a bad feeling about this. ‘Interesting… how?’
    He
cocked his head, and leaned back. ‘You can resist all you want, and for every
time I attempt to penetrate you and fail, you get a reward.’
    Her
eyes dropped to his ripped biceps and powerful body. ‘It’s not exactly a fair
fight, Sir.’
    He
appeared unconcerned. ‘No. But it took four men to hold you down the last time
you decided to be truly uncooperative at the moment of penetration, so I’d say
you’re not entirely defenceless.’
    ‘And
if you do manage to get in there, what’s your reward?’ she said.
    He
grinned. ‘That is my reward, sweetheart. I’ll fuck you for my own pleasure,
and I won’t be dainty about it. If you happen to come too, well then, lucky
you.’
    She
couldn’t tell if he was joking.
    He
stood up, and began unbuttoning his shirt, his movements graceful and
unhurried. The fabric parted, revealing the hard planes of his chest, and
broad, powerful shoulders. The shirt came off. Sam let out a breath. He
grinned.
    His
large, capable hands went to his jeans, opening them even more slowly, his gaze
burning into her as he pushed them down over his hips and thighs, and finally
off, so that he stood before her, tall, dark, and fully erect.
    Sam
looked her fill, she figured he owed her that, and there was no way she could not look at a body that beautiful… And try not to think about her own.
    ‘Samantha.’
    His
rich, sonorous voice sent chills through her.
    ‘I
want you.’ He took a