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POWER EXCHANGE By: Madeleine Oh ISBN #1-84360-089-7 Publisher: Ellora's Cave Genre : BDSM Mark has found the perfect woman: a born submissive. Nothing is more exciting than the subjugation of an independent woman, but Mark soon discovers that while he can control desires of the flesh he cannot control desires of the heart. Annie's lover reveals to her a most intriguing side to his personality, a lifestyle she is drawn to that is both fascinating and intimidating. She is about to learn more about her lover and his wishes, and about herself and her latent desires.
“Trust me!” Annie Cavendish looked into her new lover’s face and wondered why she hesitated. “You must trust me, Annie,” Mark repeated. “Of course, I do.” Feeling a little guilty at half-snapping, she added, “Mark, You know I do.” “Completely?” He had beautiful, dark blue eyes, almost too beautiful for a man, except they were no more feminine than the rest of him, and now they met hers with an intensity that had her shivering in spite of the summer sunshine. “Completely,” she replied, ignoring the shiver down her spine. Mark’s wide mouth slowly curled up. His lips parted just enough to show the moist pink tip of his tongue and a glimpse of teeth. The corners of his eyes crinkled as his face lit with triumph. His hand covered hers. “Annie, you are perfect.” His fingers squeezed. “And mine.” The unmistakable message in his eyes sent a long, hot shudder of excitement over her skin. They’d only just got out of bed. Did he want to take her back already? Not that she’d complain. “My lovely slut,” Mark whispered, just loud enough so the couple at the next table turned. “Did you enjoy it when I fucked you this morning?” Annie swallowed to ease her dry throat. “Yes.” “Good.” He turned her hand over on the table and traced slow circles on her palm. “What about last night? Did you like me licking your clit?” “You know I did!” Her hand shook under his fingers. “Of course. You screamed when you came. I wonder if the people outside heard. The window was open.” Heaven, help her! It had been. “Mark!” Her entire body tensed in horror. “Yes, my dear?” His eyes seemed bigger and hotter as he raised his eyebrows. “Not getting shy on me are you? I can’t allow that to happen.” They were on their way to lunch with friends. If he kept this up, she’d be wet and aching by the time they arrived. His fingers traced the inside of her wrists. Her breath caught as she tried to speak. Desperate to calm down before embarrassing herself in public, she pulled her hand away. His palm clapped down. Hard. Pressing her hand until she felt the ridges of the seersucker tablecloth. “Don’t pull away from me, my dear, I want to feel your hands. The soft skin of your palms reminds me of the inside your thighs.” Annie gulped. By the dark heat in his eyes, Mark was as turned on as she was. Maybe they would detour by his flat before driving out to his friends. It would have to be a quickie, just like yesterday afternoon. Minutes after she arrived, he’d bent her over his kitchen table and taken her so furiously she’d barely been able to stand afterwards. “Relax,” he said, resuming his teasing caress. “You like this.” Nodding was easier than forcing words through a tight throat. Relaxing her hand, she watched Mark’s face as he intently stroked her love and lifelines and trailed up and down between each finger. “Beautiful skin, my dear, soft and sweet, soft like your breasts and sweet like between your legs.” “Mark!” Someone would hear, and she’d be mortified. He smiled, a wicked grin that told all too clearly he’d planned every minute and was enjoying himself all out. “Sorry, dear. You’re just so marvelous, I can’t help it.” He gave a little apologetic shrug. “Annie.” He gazed down over her neck and breasts. “Are you wearing panties?” “You know I am.” He sat in his leather armchair and watched her dress not half an hour earlier. “Yes, of course, the lovely white lace ones.” He nodded as a slow smile curled his full mouth. “Go take them off.” “What!” “You heard me.” He put an edge in his voice. “Nip into the ladies, take them off, and toss them in the trash.” “Mark, they’re a good pair! Expensive! I can’t throw them away!” “My dear, I know exactly how much they cost. I bought them,” he paused, the smile disappearing. “Take them off.” Annie’s heart flipped as warmth gathered between her legs. Cold excitement shivered down her spine. “But we’ve a long walk back to your apartment.”
It seemed miles from the June sunshine, through the open door under the striped awning, across the dark interior of the coffee shop, past tables and a very interested waiter lounging by the espresso machine, all the way back to the door with ‘Ladies’ in ornate copperplate gilt letters. Inside was cool and pink and smelling of floral air freshener. Two carefully dressed women glanced briefly at Annie and then gave a hundred percent of their attention to restoring their lip gloss. Just as well, she was sweating like a pig and her pulse rate had to be approaching stroke level. A conviction the women could read her intentions had her scurrying to the nearest cubicle and leaning against the door as she shot the brass bolt home. She’d spend whole days minus panties in Mark’s flat and enjoyed the feeling of naughtiness. Why was this so upsetting? No one would ever know after all. She eased her white lace briefs down and stepped out of them. Tempted to tuck the expensive lace and silk in her handbag, she remembered it still sat on the pavement outside. Too bad! She shoved them in the small trashcan on the wall, unbolted the door and stepped out. Shoulders back and head high, she went back to Mark. He’d just put down the silver coffee pot and was pouring milk into her cup. Milk, not cream, and exactly the right amount. Perfect. It took two hands to lift the generously sized cup. Inhaling the aroma of good coffee, she touched her lips to the rim and sipped the rich, dark brew. “How does it feel to be naked under your clothes in public?” Mark asked. He was darn lucky she wasn’t spluttering hot coffee over the table. Forcing calm, she met his eyes over the rim. And she’d thought the coffee was hot. “It feels…breezy,” she answered. Pleased her voice stayed steady, she took a careful sip of coffee before setting the cup back in the saucer. “Breezy!” Mark chuckled. “My dear, you pick wonderful words. Here.” He pushed the basket of croissants in her direction. “Help yourself, they’re almond filled.” She reached for a croissant and dipped it into her coffee as Mark went on. “Let me tell you about Emma and Alistair, they’re wonderful old friends. I spend a lot of time with them and I’m sure they’ll love you.” Emma and Alistair were a nice couple: welcoming and openly affectionate. They lived in a sprawling, Edwardian house, complete with a sheepdog and two Siamese cats and enjoyed the sort of life style Annie imagined she and Mark might share one day. She said as much to Emma as they cleaned up after lunch. “Sure about that?” Emma asked, as she bent over to fit a plate in the dishwasher. “Yes, I really am.” Annie replied. “You have such a beautiful house and Alistair is so obviously in love with you.” “Right,” Emma straightened and reached for a wine glass. “Don’t believe everything you see.” She upended the glass in the top rack. “There’s more to Alistair, and Mark, than meets the eye and…” “What’s going on?” Alistair spoke from the doorway. The handful of cutlery in Emma’s hand clattered into the sink. “Pet, watch what you’re doing.” “Yes, I…er…” Emma began, before her voice dried up. No one spoke. Emma fumbled with the spoons and forks, Alistair scowled, and Mark frowned. Driven to ease the tension simmering over the kitchen sink, Annie said, “We’re doing the dishes. Want to help?” Mark stepped towards her. “You’re as good as finished. I want to show you something. Come on.” His hand closed on hers. His arm curved round her waist and she was out the kitchen door and into the garden before she thought about it. “Where are we going?” “Here!” He opened the garage door and pulled her inside. “What did you want to show me?” Other than two cars, a riding lawn mower and a few cans of paint stacked on shelves. “This!” Mark slammed her against him, his hands on her bottom, his hips angling into her. That he was hard didn’t surprise her. But his eyes did, they were raw, heated and almost angry as he frowned down at her. “My dear, I’ve spent a painful three hours thinking about your bare ass and naked pussy. His hands pulled at her skirt and slid up her thighs to cup her bottom. “You’re the one insisted I walk around without panties!” Mark smiled, and Annie yelped as he pinched her. “Right!” His hands slid down her thighs pulling her even closer. With her skirt hiked up front and back there was no mistaking his arousal. While his cock pressed into her belly, one hand tickled and teased the back of her thighs, and the other moved between her legs. “You’re wet,” he whispered. “Wet for me, my dear?” “It certainly isn’t for Alistair!” A deep echoing laugh rippled Mark’s belly, bringing his hard body even closer. “Sure about that? You wouldn’t fancy his cock inside you?” “No way!” “Mmmm,” Mark’s mouth nuzzled down her neck, nipping as he reached the soft hollow at her collarbone. Annie squealed as he bit harder and then shivered as his hand slid up between her thighs, parting them so she stood legs apart. “Feel the breeze now?” Breeze? More like a storm! She moaned as his finger slipped inside and gently moved round and in and out until she squirmed and pressed her head into his shoulder. “Mark!” “Yes, my dear?” Now two fingers filled her. “Want me to fuck you, Annie?” She gasped as his fingers drove in deep, almost lifting her off her feet. She grabbed his shoulders. “What if someone comes in?” “They’ll find me doing what you like best,” Chest heaving, Annie looked up into dark eyes that fairly steamed with lust. “Undo my belt,” he whispered. Her hands shook but she managed it. The two ends of his alligator leather belt hung loose as she tugged at the metal hooks at his waistband. She lowered his zip and smiled as he bulged out of his white cotton underwear. “See what you did to me?” His voice was slow and accusing. “For that, young lady, you deserve a good frigging.” “You think so?” Annie tossed her head back and smiled. Certain they both wanted the same thing. Needed the same thing. Without warning, Mark lifted her onto the hood of the car. Surprised at the cool metal against her butt and thighs, she wobbled and leaned forward, clutching his shirt. “Easy,” he whispered, uncurling her fingers and laying her back against the car. “Don’t go anywhere.” To make sure she couldn’t, he stepped between her knees, spreading her legs with his thighs. He leaned over and, one slow buttonhole at a time, unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it open. He frowned, looking over her white lace bra, “We’ll have to get rid of this.” “I’m not walking around without one!” Annie said as she arched her back bringing her breasts nearer to his pressing fingers. “You won’t take you bra off for me?” he asked, squeezing her nipples through the lace. “Not outside!” She yelped as he pinched her nipple. “What if I really wanted it?”
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, his breath warm on her ear. “For now it goes.” He unsnapped the front opening and bent his mouth to each nipple in turn. “but I’ll let you keep your bra on outside.” “You’ll let me! I’ll wear a bra if I…” she forgot the rest as he grasped her hips with both hands and pulled her to the edge of the hood, her legs waving in the air. Her head dropped back against the car and her long drawn out sigh accompanied his slow penetration. This was heaven, heat and wonder! How could one man do so much to her? Every nerve and fiber shook as his slow pounding carried her higher and higher until her head tossed and her shoulders and back arched and twisted under him. One hand still held her hips steady but his other slipped between her legs and found her clit. Two, three touches and she no longer cared how much she moaned, or who heard. A few more strokes and she was shouting. His touch continued as he drove in faster and harder. A final pressure of his finger and she screamed, her whole body bucking with satisfaction. Then he grunted and spilled into her before leaning over to kiss her gasping mouth. “My dear,” Mark whispered as he stood up and helped her to her feet. “Sure about that bra? I could keep it in my pocket for you?” “Quite sure,” she hooked it back together to prove her point. “I’ve got to wear something underneath.” His mouth suggested he disagreed but he said nothing more as they straightened their clothes in silence. Annie wished she had a mirror. She tried to smooth her hair, not easy with only her fingers. What must she look like? “Like a woman who’s just been soundly fucked!” Mark said. Damn him! Could he read her mind? Probably! This closeness was a two-edged sword. She opened the door, dazzled for a minute by the sunshine, and stepped out, Mark right behind. “Just a minute” He caught her by the wrist. “What did Emma say just before we came in?” Annie blinked from surprise and the unaccustomed sunlight. “Not much. Just chit chat really. Why?” Mark shrugged. “Things are a bit sticky between them right now. Alistair wondered if she’d been bad mouthing him.” “Not in the least!” As if she’d tell if Emma had. Women didn’t blab like men. “What’s wrong? They seem such a nice couple. He’s so affectionate, not like some men who treat their wives like furniture.” “It’ll sort itself out. Just didn’t want her bothering you.” “She wasn’t. In fact I like her.” “Good.” He opened the door into the kitchen. “We won’t stay much longer. I want to take you home.” “You’ll be back next weekend then? Smashing!” Emma beamed as they said goodbye. “You’ll play?” “Not this time,” Mark replied before Annie had a chance to ask what she meant. “We’ll just drop by for drinks.” “Right!” Alistair, smiled, his arm round Emma’s shoulders. “There’ll be other times. Drive carefully!” “What are we doing on Saturday?” Annie asked, not even trying to hide her irritation. Mark didn’t answer for her, nor did he run her social life. “After drinks with Emma and Alistair, which will give you a chance to meet more of my friends, I thought we’d go to that new Thai restaurant in Richmond.” She loved Thai food and Mark knew it. She could hardly complain about that without seeming bitchy. Bitchy had its place but not when she’d just enjoyed wild, hot, sex and was anticipating an encore when Mark got her home. “Sounds wonderful.” She paused a minute watching the trees rush pass on the roadside as Mark’s Jaguar hummed its way through the Surrey countryside. “I’ll look forward to seeing Emma and Alistair again.” Mark glanced from the road just long enough to give her a pleased smile. “I’ve very glad you like them. Hope you’ll like my other friends as much.” “I’m sure I will.” No lie. She liked most people. Over her years of teaching she’d learned to. Mark’s left hand dropped from the steering wheel and eased its way under her skirt, “I love your warm, soft thighs and what lies between them,” he whispered. “You’ll keep your promise about no panties?” What promise? But it did feel rather wicked. “I’ll go without them when I’m with you, but if you think I’m going to walk into a classroom without them, you’ve got to be dreaming!” His laugher came in a slow, long sexy peal from deep in his belly. Even the hand on her thigh shook. “I should hope not! I don’t want a lot of spotty schoolboys getting glimpses of my pussy. You wear nice, sensible passion killers every day to work and rip them off when you get home.” “Okay.” It wasn’t hard to agree. His hand eased a little higher, one finger gently tickling her curls. “I used to dream about a woman like you, Annie. Now I’ve found you, I don’t think I’ll ever let you go.” He gave her pussy hair a gentle tug and then eased back his hand. He’d need both to maneuver the curves ahead. Not far now. Five, ten minutes and they’d be at her house and one look at Mark’s face told her he was counting on coming in for coffee. A super end to a great weekend. With another to look forward to. “What will Emma and Alistair be playing on Saturday? Bridge?” The car swerved as he jerked with surprise. He righted the car and gave her a very amused glance. “Annie, you crack me up. Bridge indeed!” He cackled. “What’s so funny about that? My parents play bridge with their neighbors.”
She shook her head. What was he talking about? Mark sighed. “Annie, after socializing and dinner, people take off their clothes and play sex games.” Annie sagged back against the leather upholstery, exhaled slowly, her heart racing at killer speed. What the hell did she say to that? Mark broke her confused silence. “Did I shock you?” “Yes!” He smiled. Slowly. Never taking his beautiful eyes off the road. “Shocked…but perhaps…intrigued? Maybe just a little curious?” “Maybe a little.” What had she said? Nothing but the truth. “Very, very little.” she added. “I knew it! I was sure I had you pegged right.” He grinned. “All I said was. I was a very little bit curious. I never said I’d do anything!” “I’ll start with curious and build on it. If you’d said ‘no’ outright you’d have desolated me.” While she digested that, he crossed the bridge and turned up her lane. Her house was the last of a Victorian terrace of four. She’d bought it with a legacy from a generous aunt and considered herself very fortunate. Most single teachers she knew rented apartments and she had the security of a house owned outright. Mark pulled up beside her compact car. Knowing he liked to perform the courtesy, she waited for him open her door. He reached over, brushing her breasts as he unhooked her seat belt, and then reached into the back seat for a package. “Coffee,” he replied to her questioning glance. “Wanted to be sure I was asked in.” “How could I not?” Annie asked, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him before, going ahead to unlock her door. She always sensed Mark wanted her to hand him the key but she wouldn’t. This was her house and she felt territorial. Plus, despite his heavy hints she hadn’t offered him his own key. While Mark ran her bag upstairs, Annie started the coffee. He’d bought whole beans. Flavored ones. She sniffed the open bag and tried to place the smell. Not vanilla or raspberry or hazelnut. A drink? Brandy? Whiskey? She’d work it out when she tasted it. She measured four scoops and one for luck into the German coffee maker she’d bought last summer on a school trip to Boulogne. A marvelous machine, it even ground the beans and could be set in advance so she had coffee waiting for her when she woke up. But tonight she set the machine to start immediately. Coffee was a perfect prelude to a nice loving session on the sofa before moving upstairs. The machine ground the beans in a rattling roar. As it slowed Mark touched her shoulder and she jumped. “You surprised me!” He must have crept in under cover of the noise. She turned round to see the real surprise. He’d unbuckled his belt and unhooked his trousers. “I need something to go with the coffee.” His hand trailed slowly up and down the side of her neck, causing shivers of anticipation. He rested a hand on each shoulder and gently pressed. She understood that signal. Heart thudding, Annie, got on her knees. She had friends who declared they’d never kneel to a man. That it was humiliating, Neanderthal, and unthinkable for a liberated woman. They didn’t know what they were missing. Nothing she’d ever done gave her as great a thrill. She smiled as she lowered Mark’s zipper. She kissed the tip of his semi-erect cock and watched him come alive. She curled her tongue over the head of his penis, savoring his taste. Her lips closed over him with a surge of excitement. She had Mark in her mouth. At her mercy. In her power. She could bite and injure him. Inflict agonizing pain, or caress and suckle. Her tongue curved round him as he hardened and grew. She slid her lips up and down his length, feeling him swell until he filled her mouth. Her tongue flicked over the smooth head of his cock, lingered over the tiny opening to sample his sweet sticky pre-come and circled his ridge and teasing gently at the little nub of muscle under his tip.
“You’re incredible!” he muttered as he reached down to lift her back to standing. He kissed her gently, opening her mouth with his as if savoring his taste lingering on her tongue. “Got any coffee to revive a tired man?” That was the big advantage of an automatic coffee maker. Annie unhooked a pair of hand thrown mugs from the cabinet as Mark reached into the fridge for milk and the cream she always kept for him. She poured the coffee. He added the milk and cream to their respective mugs. Annie added two spoonfuls of raw sugar to his. “Perfect.” Mark smiled over the rim of his mug. “Annie, you know just how to keep me happy.” “I endeavor to give satisfaction,” she replied with a grin and sipped her coffee. Was it Whisky? Not exactly. “What flavor is it?” “Drambuie. I though I’d get you drunk and have my wicked will with you.” Annie chuckled. “Why go to the bother? All you have to do is ask.” “I know.” He grinned and angled his head towards the doorway. So, he wanted to sit in the sitting room, not on the kitchen window seat overlooking the garden. Mark settled in the wing back chair by the fireplace and Annie curled up on the rug by his feet, resting her head on his thigh. He quietly sipped his coffee, his hand absently stroking her head and ruffling her hair. “Mind if we talk?” he asked. She’d known so many men who only talked about rugger or cricket, or at best, horses, that Mark’s habit of talking and, even better, listening, delighted her. “Not at all? What do you want to talk about?” “About how I shocked you back in the car.” “Oh!” Not sure what to say after that, Annie took a slow taste of coffee. “This Drambuie flavor is fantastic.” “Annie, don’t fudge. You need to tell me how you feel.” Not so easy when she wasn’t sure how she did feel. “You didn’t tell me much, just that a group of you get together and take off your clothes. Then what?” Did she really want to know? “We act out our fantasies. Not everyone always takes off all their clothes. Some keep them on, some wear costumes. It depends…” “On the fantasy?” “Yes…and on people’s wishes at the time.” “I see.” It was a lie. She didn’t. His hand ruffled her hair and caressed the back of her neck. “You really sounded like a school teacher just then.” “Trust me, I’d never be having this conversation in school!” His chuckle send a lovely warm shiver down her back, or maybe it was his fingers easing under the neck of her dress and smoothing over the sensitive skin by her collarbone. “Have I scandalized you?” She thought about that a minute. “Flabbergasted might be a better word. Just the thought of being naked in front of strangers…” “They’re not strangers! Several, I went to school with, and the others we met through mutual friends.” “But I don’t know them.” Why wasn’t she just telling him it was impossible? Unthinkable? “You met Emma and Alistair. Saturday we’ll drop by for an hour or so and you can meet some of the others. I’ll never ask anything of you you’re unwilling or uncomfortable with, and I’ll never harm you or let anyone else harm you. Sounds fair?” “Maybe.” Now what had she agreed to? Her breath came in tight little gasps. “You sound so worried,” Mark ran the back of his hand along the side of her face. “Don’t be. You call the shots. I promise.” Slowly the tightness in her chest eased. “We’ve done pretty well by each other so far. You’re the sort of lover I used to dream about.” “My dreams didn’t go far enough to imagine you!” “But you’re happy with our reality?” His finger moved again, dipping to the swell of her breast. “Yes,” she whispered into the side of his leg, feeling his muscular thighs through the fine twill of his trousers. Mark might sit in an office all day but he had the body of an athlete and the hands of a maestro. “Sweet, Annie,” Mark said, bending to drop a kiss on her head. “Trust me. You’ll like our group and nothing will happen you don’t want to. I’m not talking about some wild orgy. Just a few fantasies.” “Fantasies?” That covered a wide range. “I have few about you.”
“Well…” Mark paused and Annie sensed his arm move as he bent sideways and put his empty mug on the hearth. As he settled back in the armchair, he lifted one leg over her head and now held her between his thighs. She was walled in by male strength. She relaxed against him, resting her hands on his knees. “You want to hear a fantasy? Aside from having you trapped between my legs as you are now?” “Yes.” It came out as a dry-mouthed whisper. She wanted to listen, not talk. To shiver with the excitement and arousal he could produce by his voice alone. His hands rested on the curve of her shoulders, gently massaging away tension she hadn’t realized existed. “A fantasy with my lovely Annie,” Mark pulled her back against him. “What would I like to do?” he paused. “Tie you up, I think.” Annie almost sputtered but his hands closed on her chin and lifted her head back as he bent down to cover her lips with his mouth. A deep, long kiss replaced her surprise with warmth. “Don’t interrupt me,” he whispered as he lifted his mouth. “You’ll enjoy this.” “I want to tie you up with silk covered ropes…no…velvet manacles, soft and warm just like you, and then fasten your arms to the bed.” His hands slid down to encircle her wrists. “I want them over your head, like this.” He raised her arms against the smooth linen of his shirt. “You won’t be scared because you know I’ll never hurt you. We’re just playing. But you’ll be naked for me. I’ll be able to kiss and stroke your beautiful body. I’ll reach inside and feel how wet you are. I’ll put my fingers in your mouth and let you lick your juices. I’ll lick your wonderful pussy and then kiss your mouth and let you taste yourself on my lips. “I’ll put a pillow under your head then kneel astride your breasts and fuck your mouth until I hear your muffled moans and feel your hips bucking under me. Then I’ll pull out and make you wait. You’ll complain but not really mind, as you know delaying will make it even better. “Perhaps I’ll rub you with scented oil, or kiss you all over, or stroke you with peacock feathers. Maybe all three. Then when you’re moaning again, perhaps begging me to fuck you. I’ll stop, fix myself a drink and watch you lying there, waiting and wanting. When I’m ready again, and I intent to take my own sweet time, I’ll tie your legs, spread-eagled, so you can’t move. You’ll be helpless and wonderful in my bed, knowing I can do anything I want and you can’t do anything to stop me. “I’ll kiss you again between your legs. Maybe fuck your lovely mouth. Roll my cock over you and rub it between your breasts. Of course I’ll poke inside you with my cock, my fingers. Keeping you excited but not letting you come. I’ll perhaps wet my finger with your juices and then feel how tight your arse is.” Annie gasped. “Like the idea of that do you?” “I’m not sure.” “I am,” he whispered his breath warm on her ear, “You’ll love it and wriggle and squirm as I stick my finger deeper.” His hips rocked into her as he spoke and he chuckled quietly. “When you’re moaning and begging me. I’ll take your hips in my hands and shove into you so hard it takes your breath away. I’ll pump in and out of you so fast and deep you’ll shout and buck your hips, wanting more and harder and I’ll give it to you. You’ll think you can’t take any more, but you won’t want me to stop, and as you come, you’ll scream.” His words echoed round her brain after he went quiet. Would he really? Of course not. Hadn’t he said it was a fantasy? Why was she disappointed? Surely she… “What do you think?” “I’m not sure.” He laughed aloud. “Annie don’t tell lies. What did you think?” His voice held a little edge as if he hadn’t liked her evasion. “It was pretty extreme.” “That was a mild one.” “Oh!” Why did he have to talk like this? He’d never embarrassed her before but this was… “It excited you.” He’d lowered his voice and whispered, tightening his thighs as he spoke. “Didn’t it?” “Yes, it did.” Anything else would be a bold faced lie. “How much.” One hand pulled up her skirt and the other dipped between her legs. Wet? Heck she was sopping! Mark murmured smelling his fingers with an appreciative sigh. “Essence of Annie. You are sopping, wet, my dear. You know what this means don’t you?” “What?” She had a darn good idea without asking. “That I’m going to have to fuck you hard before I go home.”
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