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chain
    obeyed gravity and fell toward the
    bottom. Her bare foot touched his,
    caressing his toes a moment before
    she stepped on the top of them.
    Sliding her arm around his waist, she
    gripped his forearm, bound against
    his back, and used it as an anchor to
    lift herself up. Her breasts pressed
    against his chest and he had to look at
    them, draw his breath in and hold it
    as her hard nipples made contact
    with his chest.
    He could feel her thigh against his
    leg, her hip brushing his eager cock.
    “Bring your head down to your
    Mistress.”
    He did. As she brushed her lips
    against his temple, Nathan felt a hard
    jolt of desire rock through him. She
    moved to his skull, nibbled. The
    unfamiliar sensitivity made him
    thankful for the cock harness.
    Otherwise he might have come from
    the brush of her tongue and teeth on
    that naked flesh. She spoke against
    his skin, her lips slippery and wet
    from the water on his skull.
    “You’re clean enough to come eat my
    pussy. Follow me.”
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    Chapter Four
    She held the leash. Though he tried to
    stride with some type of dignity, the
    cock harness dug painfully into him
    as he stumbled out of the water after
    her, hands still folded up and bound
    behind his back. Naked, all his hair
    removed, reduced to nothing of his
    identity but being her slave. She
    moved with the same fluid grace
    through the water as she had moved
    over the grass earlier in her high
    heels, while he had to keep his head
    bowed to keep his balance. It
    underscored the picture he imagined
    he made, humbled in a way he’d
    never permitted any Mistress to do to
    him before, but then there’d been no
    permission involved in this. Except
    the moment he chose to step into the
    car.
    The back of her swimsuit was as
    transparent as the front, so as Dona
    walked ahead of him he saw the cleft
    between her round buttocks. His
    Mistress had a generous ass to go
    with that full bosom, a perfect little
    hourglass that was spinning him until
    he was dizzy.
    A blanket had been laid on the grass
    beneath one of the palms. Fiona stood
    by it.
    On first glance, Nathan thought she
    was rubbing suntan lotion on her
    tawny skin, but then she turned
    toward them. She was wearing a
    strap-on, greasing up a dildo of
    harrowing size fitted into it. The
    leopard was stretched out nearby, his
    tail flicking. The narrowed amber
    eyes watched the bob of the phallus
    as if he thought it was a toy. It made
    him uncomfortably aware of his own
    member, erect and bobbing quite
    liberally in its harness, enough to
    attract a cat’s attention.
    “Mistress.” He knew better than to
    lock his stance now, but he couldn’t
    help dragging his feet at the sight of
    that mammoth toy. “What—”
    “Jonathan, do you wish to be gagged
    again?”
    His jaw flexed. He managed to flick
    a sullen glance away from the phallus
    to her face when she stopped at the
    blanket and turned to face him. “I
    could hardly serve you properly that
    way, Mistress.”
    “No. But I could serve myself while
    Fiona fucks your ass and you have to
    watch.
    Would you rather your mouth have
    only that ball gag in it?”
    “No, Mistress.”
    “Then you’ll do my bidding and not
    speak unless I ask you a question.
    While you’re on your hands and
    knees eating me out, your ass will be
    high in the air and Fiona will be
    fucking it for my pleasure. It will
    hurt, so you won’t forget yourself and
    come. You’re not going to get to
    come until I say so, until it’s the only
    thing you can think about, until you
    believe it’s the only thing you’ve
    ever wanted. Tell me you
    understand.”
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    Holding her gaze a moment more than
    was proper, he spoke softly. “The
    only thing I want in life is to serve
    my Mistress. To feel her pussy
    climaxing around my tongue.”
    She chuckled scornfully. “That was a
    well-used line if ever I’ve heard one.
    You need some new material.”
    “Or a permanent gag,” Fiona put in.
    “As