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  His hand cupped her naked ass, then his fingers slid between her legs and he brushed her clit.

  A sudden and totally unexpected orgasm exploded within her and she moaned around the big cock in her mouth. Mr. King jerked forward, then hot liquid flooded her mouth.

  To her disappointment, Mr. Grant moved away.

  She continued to pump Mr. King until he was done, then she drew back. She returned his warm smile.

  She had had an orgasm, but she was still full of need. She pushed herself to her feet, a little shaky on her legs, and walked back to Mr. Grant, then knelt in front of him.

  “Mr. Grant, have I served you well?” she asked.

  He smiled and stroked her hair from her face.

  “Yes, very well, my pet.”

  “Then, please, Sir, may I ask for something for myself?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

  “I am very turned on from pleasuring Mr. Robertson, Mr. Jacobs, Mr. Smith and Mr. King. Would you… ah…” She wanted to ask him to drive his big cock into her to alleviate the deep ache within her, but instead she asked, “Would you allow them to fuck me?”

  The smile on his faded to a stern expression. “That is totally inappropriate for you to ask. Now stand up,” he said firmly.

  She stood and he stood behind her and guided her to the center of the room. He led her behind the couch and pressed her forward. The back of the couch pressed against her stomach, her ass upward. She rested her hands on the seat cushion of the couch for support as she felt Mr. Grant peel her panties down her legs and off her feet.

  “You need to be punished for that.” His hand slapped across her naked ass with a loud smacking sound. Tingles danced through her at the sharp sting. Then he slapped her again.

  “Now, since you offended all our guests, I will let each of them punish you the way they see fit.”

  “Fuck.” Mr. Robertson stepped behind her then smacked her so hard she yelped.

  Heat washed through her and she hoped he’d do it again. His hand landed on her ass again, lighter this time, but the smack resounded through the room. Then she felt hot, hard flesh press against her folds.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Sylvia, just like you asked. Do you want me to?”

  She sucked in a deep breath. “Oh, yes, please.”

  He drove forward, filling her in one thrust, and she moaned.

  “You are so fucking hot around me.” He drove in again, then again.

  She squeezed him and he gasped.

  “Oh, yes. Fuck me.”

  He drove deeper, then thrust into her again and again. He groaned and she felt his hot liquid fill her, sending pleasure swelling through her. He pulled out, but Mr. Smith stepped behind her and drove into her. She gasped as he pumped into her, driving her pleasure higher and higher. She felt him stiffening inside her and she squeezed. The feel of his stiff shaft gripped tight by her passage, threw her over the edge and she moaned her release. He kept filling her as he erupted deep in her, too.

  As soon as he stepped away, Mr. Jacobs stepped behind her and knelt down. When she felt his tongue nuzzle into her folds, she moaned. He found her clit and teased it, then suckled lightly. She almost screamed at the intense pleasure rocking through her. Then his fingers pushed inside her and she wailed in ecstasy. He stood up and thrust his cock into her, pumping, pushing her orgasm on and on. Finally, he slowed, allowing her to suck in air, then slowly gravitate back to earth.

  Mr. King stepped beside her on the couch. Mr. Jacobs pulled back on her shoulders, pulling her to a standing position, then stepped back. His cock fell from her, then he guided her in front of Mr. King. Mr. King pressed his big cock to her opening and drew her close to him. His big cock glided into her slowly, filling her. Stretching her. He cupped her ass and kneaded her cheeks. The massaging motion pressed her passage tighter around his big shaft.

  Mr. Jacobs moved in close behind her. Mr. King’s hands moved to her hips and Mr. Jacob whacked her ass another stinging blow and she gasped. Then the tip of his cock pressed against her back opening.

  “Oh, God,” she cried. She had already experienced double penetration in the past, so she knew what to expect. And could hardly wait.

  His cock glided into her slowly, filling her tight ass. The two cocks inside her seemed to stroke each other as Mr. Jacobs slid deeper into her. Finally, he was immersed all the way. She sighed as she gazed up at Mr. King. He smiled at her.

  “Do you like having both our cocks deep inside you, Sylvia?”

  She nodded. “Oh, yes.”

  “Good.” Then he drew back and spiked deep again.

  She gasped. The two men pumped into her, finding a rhythm that sent wild tremors of pleasure through her. Both cocks were big and hard, filling her relentlessly.

  She heard her moans increase in intensity, barely aware of making the sounds. She rode the waves of pleasure, which elevated her to a level of blissful serenity. She heard herself wail as an orgasm exploded through her with such intensity, she nearly lost consciousness.

  The men groaned as they continued to pump into her and she felt both of them erupt inside her simultaneously.

  Finally, she slumped forward onto Mr. King, riding the rise and fall of his chest as he sucked in air. Mr. Jacobs kissed the back of her neck, then stepped away. As his cock slid away, leaving her back passage empty, she squeezed Mr. King’s cock inside her. He twitched a little, and pushed into her. She felt a stirring of pleasure again, and could probably ride him to another orgasm if she wanted, but she just relaxed.

  He smiled and turned her around, pushing her against the couch, and pumped into her again. A rise in pleasure swelled to a mild, pleasant orgasm. He pulled her against him and held her close as she sighed.

  Finally, he drew back. She perched on the edge of the couch back, giving her shaky legs time to recuperate.

  “Grant, if you ever want to sell this slave, let me know.”

  Mr. Grant laughed. “That will never happen.”

  * * *

  Sylvia sat on the couch, as Mr. Grant saw the men out. Despite having just had sex with four men, she yearned for the feel of Mr. Grant’s exceptionally big cock inside her.

  He returned to the room. “You must be tired. It’s time for bed.”

  Her heart leapt, anticipating his lovemaking. She wanted him so bad, she ached inside. He’d only fucked her once before when he’d invited her to the office to show her what it was like to be dominated for real, not just the play-acting she and his partners had done the first time. But he’d spent the whole time commanding her to pleasure the others, and only at the very last minute, when she’d begged him, had he fucked her.

  And since then she’d dreamed of it every night.

  So she could hardly wait until he got her into his bed.

  But instead of leading her to the master bedroom, he took her to the smaller bedroom in the suite.

  He pulled back the covers. “Lie down, then stretch your arms above your head and open your legs wide.”

  She did as instructed, splaying her body wide to him. His gaze wandered the length of her naked frame and locked on her pussy. She could feel herself growing wetter at his perusal.

  “Are you warm enough?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes, Mr. Grant,” she said, her voice hoarse.

  He smiled. “That’s good. Now stay like that in case I want to come and look at you later.” Then he simply turned and walked toward the door. He flipped off the light, but turned back to her before he went.

  “And don’t touch yourself. You can think about me touching you, and then driving deep into that pretty little pussy of yours, but do not touch yourself or make yourself come. Understood?”

  “Yes, Mr. Grant.”

  “Good.” Then he closed the door behind him.

  * * *

  Mr. Grant stroked his aching cock as he walked to his bedroom. He’d wanted nothing more than to drive his big erection into Sylvia’s soft, accepting body, but he wouldn’t al
low it. He liked to keep his distance from the women he dominated. Fuck them, sure. But with Sylvia, he wanted her too much. Ever since he’d first spoken to her on the phone, he’d been intrigued. When his partners had told him about their experience with her, when she’d submitted to them so enthusiastically, he’d found himself wanting her desperately. Wanting to bend her to his will.

  But there was no bending necessary. She naturally wanted to please him and would do anything he asked of her. With his partners he understood, since she’d already been with them, but this had been a test as to how far she would go. And she’d passed with flying colors.

  But now he found himself obsessing over her. Wanting her so badly he knew he had to resist.

  He shed his clothes and climbed into bed, then turned out the light and closed his eyes.

  * * *

  Sylvia lay in bed and ached for Mr. Grant, wishing he would come back. But she remembered how easily he had resisted her in his office, in the midst of all his partners fucking her in front of him, at his instruction. He wanted her, she knew that, but it was almost like he challenged himself not to have her. It was a discipline thing, she realized. He wanted to prove not only that he was in control of her, but of himself as well. It’s almost as if the more he wanted her, the more he would resist her.

  She squirmed on the bed, her arms and legs still stretched wide. If her thighs had been together, she could probably make herself orgasm just squeezing them tight.

  But he had told her not to make herself come. So she wouldn’t, even if she could.

  And right now, thinking of him in the next room, probably stroking his big cock to release, she wondered if she could come just thinking about his touch.

  She squirmed again. Probably.

  She lay still, letting images of the big man prowling over her, then driving his hard member into her, swirl through her. She closed her eyes, then fell into a fitful sleep.

  “Sylvia.”

  Mr. Grant’s sharp voice woke her up.

  “Yes, Sir. What is it?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

  “Oh, you were asleep.”

  “Yes.”

  “I heard you moaning. I thought…”

  “Oh, no, Sir. I wouldn’t disobey you.”

  She could see him smile in the dim light from the hallway.

  “So I see. Even asleep, you kept your arms and legs the way I told you to.” He stepped into the room and her heart leapt. “Tell me, Sylvia, would you like to come in my room, even if I don’t make love to you?”

  “Oh, yes, Sir.” Just being close to him would be heaven.

  “Good. Then come with me.”

  She leaped from the bed and followed him down the hall. His room was huge, with a big, king-sized four poster bed in dark oak. There was a fireplace in the room and a loveseat.

  “Before we go to sleep, I think you could use a release. And so could I.”

  Confused, she shook her head. “But, I thought you said—”

  “I’m not going to fuck you.” He nodded to the bed. “Sit on the edge and open your legs.”

  She complied as he sat on the loveseat.

  “Now touch yourself.”

  She watched in awe as he pulled out his monster of a cock and stroked it. She touched her breasts, then toyed with the nipples as she watched his hand glide the length of his cock.

  She remembered the feel of Mr. King’s big cock in her mouth, almost as big as Mr. Grant’s and focused on that, except telling herself it was Mr. Grant’s.

  “Show me how you bring yourself to orgasm, Sylvia.”

  She pinched her nipples, then twirled them. She slid one hand down her stomach and over her slick folds. Oh, God, she ached for that big cock inside her. He stroked faster as her fingers slid into her slick opening.

  “Are you wet?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes. Very wet. Because I’m thinking of you.” She flicked her clit and moaned. “I’m thinking of your enormous cock sliding into me. Of you pushing deep inside me, then pumping hard and fast.”

  He groaned. She watched his hand moving over his shaft, then focused on his swollen cockhead atop his tall, proud erection. She tweaked her clit and rubbed it, faster and faster. Pleasure swelled within her and her breathing accelerated.

  “I wish your big cock was inside me now.” She caught her breath. “Just thinking of it and I’m close to coming.”

  “Fuck, me too.” He gazed at her with need in his eyes, the sight burning into her memory. “Come for me, Sylvia.”

  At his words, she flicked faster, then pleasure swelled through her and exploded. She moaned, loud and long as her body arched forward. Her eyelids fell closed, but she opened them in time to see white liquid gush from his cock in spurts, then drip down his hand and shaft.

  She wanted to go to him and take him into her mouth and suck him dry, but she wouldn’t without his permission. And she knew he wouldn’t give it.

  He went into the bathroom and returned a few moments later, all cleaned up. He climbed into bed, then to her surprise, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into a spoon position.

  She fell asleep in the warmth of his embrace.

  * * *

  Sylvia awakened to the light of the morning sun across her face. She shifted, so it wasn’t in her eyes, intensely aware of the big, hard body pressed tight to her back, and the even harder bulge pressing against her ass. She wiggled a bit, and his hands tightened around her waist, stopping her movements.

  “Ah, fuck, woman. Stop torturing me.”

  She smiled, then turned in his arms. “It doesn’t have to be torture,” she said, flattening her hand on his muscular chest, then gliding downward. “I can take care of that for you.”

  But as her hand neared her desired destination—his big erection—he grabbed her wrist and drew it away from him.

  “Afraid not. Now go and shower and meet me in the dining room in twenty minutes. Room service is bringing up breakfast, so put on your suit.”

  She didn’t want to put on her suit. She wanted to entice him to fuck her.

  “You could join me in the shower.” She sent him a sultry smile.

  “I should punish you for defying me, but I haven’t time now. I need to get dressed.”

  Damn, she couldn’t catch a break.

  During her whole shower, all she could think of was his big hand slapping across her naked ass, sending thrilling tremors through her.

  She dried her hair and dressed, as instructed, then walked into the dining room. She heard the door close and realized the serving staff had just left. The big, glossy dining room table was beautifully set, including a silver thermos of coffee. Mr. Grant sat at the head of the table.

  Sylvia poured two cups and placed one in front of Mr. Grant.

  “Sugar or cream?” she asked.

  “Both.”

  She added two cubes of sugar and a generous portion of cream, then stirred it and placed it in front of him. She then took the silver covers off the plates to reveal two servings of eggs Benedict, her favorite breakfast. She sat down and they ate in silence.

  When she was finished, she pushed her plate aside and sipped her orange juice.

  “Mr. Grant, may I ask you a question?”

  His gaze shifted to her. “You may ask.”

  She leaned forward. “You know how much I want you to make love to me, and clearly you want me, too.” She hesitated, growing nervous and uncertain under his distant stare.

  He raised an eyebrow. “That’s not a question.”

  “I… well… I just want to know why you don’t act on it.”

  He sighed and sat back in his chair.

  “I am a man used to being in control. With my partners, with my business associates… and with my women. I like to dominate a woman and stay totally in control. When I fuck her, I’m totally in control.”

  “Yes, I know. It excites me when you control me.”

  “I know it does. And that’s why I have taken such an interest in yo
u. I like making you excited.”

  A deep sense of satisfaction filled her at his words.

  “So why don’t you… uh… satisfy both our needs.”

  “I am. You submit to me and are experiencing new and exciting situations. Like last night with my business associates. And I enjoy your excitement.”

  “And if you get really turned on, you have us both climax, but not together.”

  “That’s right.”

  She stood up and walked to his side, resting her hand on his big shoulder, and stroked.

  “But why not together? Why won’t you make love to me?”

  His eyes darkened and grew intense. He grabbed her wrist and drew her hand from his shoulder.

  “Sylvia, let me be candid.”

  She nodded. “Please.”

  “I told you. I’m used to being in control. When I fuck a woman, I’m totally in control.”

  She nodded again. That’s what she craved from him.

  “But with you… I don’t know what it is… but I am in danger of losing that control. I’m used to deciding when and if I fuck a woman, not being driven by my baser emotions. Usually, I can just turn it off, and watch her do whatever I command her to do, keeping my own reactions under total control until I decide it’s time for release. With you, I…” His fist clenched, but she could see him willing himself to calm down. “With you,” he started again in a calmer voice, “I find myself wanting you with a vengeance. It’s harder to control and impossible to turn off. So I use my self-control to ignore it.”

  “But wouldn’t it be easier—”

  “I’m not interested in easy.” He sipped his coffee. “I like a challenge.” His gaze locked on her. “And you give me that.”

  “Okay, I understand, but isn’t there a place for letting loose and giving in to your need?”

  “Only when I know I can control it.”

  It thrilled her to realize that she knocked him so off balance and she admired that he was actually willing to admit it, but how could she get past his wall of iron and get what she needed from him.

  “Mr. Grant, I understand what you’re saying, and I sympathize, but…”

  He frowned. “But what?”

  “Well, this means that our arrangement isn’t really meeting my needs, and I thought that part of the Dominant-submissive relationship was to meet the sub’s needs.”