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your pleasure.”
    She smiled, light filling her heart. He wanted from her the one thing she was able to give.
    She stripped her robe off and stood close to the iron bars. His gaze was hungry as she stroked her palms over her belly, her thighs, her breasts.
    “Yes, draw out your nipples as I would with my tongue, could I reach you. Ah, beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful, Nitara.”
    She shivered, holding the hardening flesh of her nipples between her fingers, stroking, pulling on them. Pleasure suffused her. Her clitoris grew hard, needy. The anticipation of awaiting his instruction was strange and thrilling.
    “Tell me what you want, Akaash.”
    “Part your thighs for me so that I can see your lovely cunt. So pink…I can see how wet you are. I need to taste you again, Nitara.”
    She slipped her fingers into her slick juices. She was shaking with need as she held a trembling hand between the bars that separated them, held her damp fingers to his lips, as she had done before. He leaned forward, took her fingers between his lush lips, and sucked.
    “Ah, Akaash…”
    Pleasure was like the sun, burning into her skin, arcing through her body.
    He let her fingers go, but she couldn’t pull away. Instead, she explored the contours of his face, tracing over his mouth, his beard-stubbled chin, finding a long scar on his cheek. It only made him more beautiful, somehow, that he had survived hardship.
    He turned his face and kissed her fingers as he had done before, lingering kisses, his lips soft on her skin. She turned her hand over, and he pressed his mouth to her palm. Her heart fluttered in her chest.
    She felt stunned by his touch. Immobilized.
    “Nitara,” he whispered, his breath warm on her palm. “Come for me.”
    It was only then, at his instruction, that she was able to pull away from him, but only far enough that he could watch her.
    She spread her legs and slipped one hand between them, her fingers feathering over her hard clit. She was hot all over, sweat dampening her skin. His gaze on her was purely erotic, as was the cool air on her skin, her own long hair brushing her spine. She began to rub, circling her clitoris with her fingertips.
    “Beautiful, Nitara. Show me what brings you pleasure. Show me exactly how to please you.”
    She raised her free hand to her breast and caressed the full flesh, pinching the nipple lightly.
    “A little pain mixes well with pleasure. The contrast of hard and soft. I know it well.” His voice was ragged with desire. He was up on his knees now, his hips arching into the air. His engorged cock was clearly outlined beneath the thin layer of fabric. “I would touch you the same way. And I would have you touch me. I would have you touch me now…”
    “It is forbidden,” she said, watching him, still stroking her swollen cleft.
    “Yes…” His dark gaze was burning. “Do it, anyway.”
    She pressed against the bars, one hand still working between her thighs. And with the other she reached through and touched her fingertips to his loincloth.
    “Ah, Nitara…”
    His eyes closed momentarily. Then they were on her again, burning hotter than ever.
    She traced the outline of his cock through the fabric, and he moaned. She wet her lips with her tongue as she moved it aside and looked at his solid shaft, the head swollen and purple, making her mouth water.
    “I’ve never seen this before. I have seen drawings from the sacred texts, the clay phallus used to train me. But never did I imagine it to be so…beautiful.”
    He smiled. “I’m glad you find it so.”
    “I want to touch it…”
    “Yes.”
    She wrapped her fingers around his cock, and it was hard as the iron bars that stood between them. But the flesh was soft, softer than her own. She began to stroke, pausing to cup his balls, then stroking again.
    “Nitara…” His voice was a hard gasp. “I can’t take this for long. Not after you’ve tortured me with your body all these days. But I want you to