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to give me permission to continue.”
    “Just… Damn it… Put your finger up my ass, Sir.”
    He slapped her left butt cheek, hard. “Where are your manners, slut?”
    She yelped.
    He ground his thumb on her throbbing clit. She felt him inserting several fingers from his other hand up her cunt.
    Dear God, she was coming apart. “Please,” she pleaded, hardly able to draw a breath. “I want your finger up my ass.”
    “Are you certain?
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    Using her juices as lubrication, he inserted his finger just a little. When she gasped, he backed out. Before she regained her breath, he entered again. She clenched her butt cheeks.
    “Relax,” he told her.
    Under his relentless physical assault, she could do nothing but feel.
    By easing forward then drawing back again, he found a rhythm that helped her accept his invasion inside her tightest hole. He was fucking her, stretching her. It felt amazing. “God!”
    “Stop?” he asked.
    “No. I want…”
    Relentlessly he drove deeper, sinking his finger in as far as possible.
    “You’re there,” he said.
    He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head and said, “Well done, sub.”
    She exhaled. Having him behind her, his finger seated securely inside her anus, being helplessly spread against the cross, her nipples aching, her rear smarting from his smacks and the soft bite, having her pussy stretched and her clit throbbing from his gentle abuse, all combined to take her to a place she’d never been.
    Feeling greedy, she wondered what else she’d been missing. She had no idea how many more chances she’d have to play with him, and suddenly she didn’t want to miss a thing. “I want more.”
    “Ask for it. Tell me what you want.”
    “Fuck my cunt, Sir, and my ass.”
    “Bear down to make it easier.”
    Even though she was embarrassed, she forced her muscles to relax.
    This time, he used two fingers up her ass. The sensation seared, as if he were touching her with electrical impulses.
    Why, why had this been on her limits list?
    “Tell me how you’re doing, sub.”
    “You’d better stop if you don’t want me to come, Sir.”
    He stopped.
    “Damn you!”
    He withdrew his hands and stood. “Relax,” he encouraged, his tone soothing.
    “You, Sir, are a monster.”
    He squeezed her shoulder in nonverbal reassurance. He seemed to know what she needed, even better than she did.
    She tried to steady her breathing. At that point, she was on the verge of physical pain from the lack of orgasm.
    Even though she turned her head to the side, she couldn’t see what he was doing.
    He moved in front of her and met her gaze. “I want to watch you come.”
    “You’re going to let me?” she asked.
    “I’m going to make you,” he corrected.
    No man had ever been so forthright with her. Master Devon was an excellent Dom, but he was a little more polished than Master Gabriel. Master Gabriel reminded her of a Wild West cowboy. Master Devon made her think of a corporate executive. She’d always thought she wanted someone like Master Devon, someone she related to more. She spent her days with professionals, so Master Devon was comfortable.
    Master Gabriel was unlike anyone she’d met. She had to admit his tactics thrilled her.
    “Keep your gaze on me, your eyes open the entire time I touch you. I want to see every reaction. If you hide, I will stop. Understand?”
    She couldn’t say that any man had ever fingered her as anything other than foreplay. “Yes.”
    He placed the palm of his left hand behind her neck.
    She wanted their bodies to touch, but the thin wooden structure separated them, made her more aware of her femininity and vulnerability. He was in charge, she was helpless.
    He moved his right hand between her legs and pulled back the hood of her clit to gently stroke the swollen flesh.
    She moaned.
    “I love your responses,” he told her.
    He slid a couple of fingers inside her and pressed his thumb against her clitoris.
    “Oh, Sir! This