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the bed and watched silently. Waited until she stopped.
    He lay down between her legs. With her legs pulled outward, everything was open for him.
    “You have a pretty, pretty pussy, Kari. Hidden within those little brown curls”—
    he pulled her pubic hair lightly, tantalizingly—“everything is pink.” One finger slowly slid down the outer labia. “You’re very wet for me, can you tell?” He touched her right over the entrance, swirled a finger inside just long enough to make her squirm with pleasure.
    When he took his fingers away, leaving her aching, she whined like a child.
    “We have time, sweetheart, and I’m going to take my time.”
    She almost blurted out a protest. Take me now; put your hands on me now . She managed to close her lips.
    He stroked down her thigh, his hand so big that his fingers could curl underneath.
    His knuckles traced the path back up, across her tender, sensitive inner thigh, lightly over her pubis, and down the other leg. Almost to the right spot. Exquisite torture. Her fingernails dug into her palms as he stroked her legs, the curls on her pubis, the soft crease where her hip met her leg.
    Her clitoris throbbed more with each pass, with each time he didn’t touch her where she so needed to be touched. “Please,” she whispered, aching with longing.
    “What do you call me?” he asked, touching her with just one finger, so close, edging so close.
    She arched up. “Please, Sir, please.”
    “Nicely said, sweetheart,” he murmured approval. And he slid the finger right into her.
    “Aaah.” The nerves inside her vagina flared to life with the intimate invasion.

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    He lowered his mouth to her clit, a touch like butterfly wings. She arched again, tightening around his finger, needing more than the light flicks on her clit. She was so close. The world narrowed to just the feel of his hands, his mouth. One more touch…
    He pulled his finger out, emptying her, and lifted his head.
    Nooo . She whimpered a protest.
    “You don’t have permission to come.”
    “What?” she whispered shakily.
    “You come when I say, not before.”
    “You can’t—”
    “Kari,” he warned in a hard voice. “I’ve been patient, but my patience is at an end.
    Did you get taught about punishment in your class?”
    Not really. But the way he’d sent Sally off to be punished… She didn’t want anything like that to happen to her. Her thighs shook with her need. “Sir, I’m sorry.”
    “Very nice.” He lowered his head, licked up her labia, sucking one into his mouth, then the other, the sensation like hot velvet. His tongue laved right there in the center.
    Oh God, almost . Not far enough, she needed more.
    Then one finger opened her, sliding in ever so slowly and back out. She tightened around him, her legs quivering uncontrollably. In again, his finger large, pressing down to add friction, out.
    Two fingers . She moaned at the added sensation as his fingers drove into her, faster, harder. Her whole pussy was afire, wanton hunger burning through her. She strained against the restraints as his mouth came down on her. His tongue slid over her clitoris and around it, swirling and rubbing as his fingers plunged in and out.
    She panted, her bottom pushing off the bed, closer, closer. “Ah, ah—”
    And he stopped, took his hands away. “Not yet.”
    “But—”
    “Silence.”
    Her groan came from deep within her, her entire lower half too tight. Throbbing with need. She’d never felt so out of control. Never begged before. She hurt .
    He licked the tender skin of her inner thigh, and she shuddered. His shoulders rubbed against her legs, and she trembled against the restraints.
    She pulled at her wrists, wanting to touch him, to force him to touch her; she’d even touch herself if she had to. Over her head, her hands closed into fists as the feeling of helplessness roused her further, making everything worse.
    He slid a finger into her again,

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