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out each as soon as humanly possible.
    He slid his free hand into the waistband of her pants, and the heat and moisture from her pussy rose up to greet him before his hand got anywhere near her slit.
    Fingers poised, Nick waited only a second for her signal, a blink or exhalation that told him to move ahead, before Slany slowly pumped her hips forward against his hand.
    He growled deep in his throat, moved his other hand from her stomach to collar the back of her neck and draw her face near. He leaned in, gently nipping an earlobe before sliding his tongue up to slowly trace the shell of her ear.
    She shuddered, and he slid one finger into her warm, wet canal, drove it as deep as he could, brushing sensitive nerve endings in his path before he felt her vagina tighten around his finger.
    Slany whimpered and caught the biceps of his arm in both hands. She pressed his hard flesh in a stranglehold, as if her life depended on keeping his arm—more importantly his hand—
    in place.
    "Easy, baby. I won't do anything you don't want me to."
    "Sure you won’t…”
    He laughed softly against her neck, not surprised by her sarcastic tone. He popped up his head to look at her, didn't move his hand from her pants, too at-home and cozy feeling her inner muscles clamp around his finger. Slowly, he slid in another and teased her clitoris with his thumb, rhythmically rolling it back and forth. "Are you worried?"
    "You've got your fingers in my snatch!" she bit out.

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    "You don't want them there?"
    "How can you expect me to answer that and make any sense when we're…when you're…?" Slany averted her eyes and bit her bottom lip, refused to look at him.
    "I don't expect you to do anything except enjoy what I do to you." Nick slid his hand from her throat to her chin and tipped up her head. "Look at me, Slany."
    "Please…I can't do this…"
    "You don't have to do or worry about anything. I will."
    Her eyes flew to his at that, as if he had hit a nerve. She looked eager and incredulous, like a child who had finally been granted a treat too long denied by her parents. "And what's in it for you, Nick?"
    He took a deep breath, preparing himself for her rebellion, despite knowing how much she wanted this, how much she was enjoying what he was doing. Despite this knowledge, he didn't want to risk scaring her off. "As far as our sexual relationship, you have to do what I say, when I say it, no questions asked."
    "You must be cra—"
    He rhythmically twisted his fingers inside her, flicked her engorged flesh with his thumb.
    She was already wet, easing his plunges, but when he touched the sensitive kernel at the apex of her vagina, her juices seeped past his fingers and into the crotch of her panties, soaking them.
    Slany gasped and jerked against him, burying her face in his chest. "Please…"
    "Please stop?"
    She shook her head.
    "Please don't stop?"
    She shook her head again, and Nick grinned as he put a finger under her chin to tip up her head again. "You have to be clear. Tell me what you want, and I'll do it."
    She sneered. "In return for my total subservience."
    "Don't make it sound so undesirable. You know it's what you want."
    She pushed her hands against his chest, tried to pull away, but he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and held her in place, pressing his erection against her belly.
    "Feel that."
    She silently glared at him.
    "I want you, Slany. I can't deny it. But you have to submit to me sexually. Those are the terms." His heart pounded, anticipating her response. He wasn't sure what he'd do if she said no, just knew he'd figure something out to make her say yes.
    "Let me go, Nick," she whispered.
    At least she hadn't said no.

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    Encouraged, Nick released her, slowly removing his fingers from her pussy as he watched her face, then gently pinched her clitoris one last time and flicked it with his thumb for good measure. "What about my other wager? Are we on?"
    "What?"
    "Loser takes