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    Ali stopped the spanking, extracted her teat from his lips, and shoved him upright by manoeuvring his chin. Rick’s chest was rising up and down, his breathing shallow, and his cock bore a sheen of glistening precome at its tip; all the signs of a man about to burst.
    By freeing his eyes Ali would also be freeing his ears, placing Rick’s senses back on full alert. She wondered how long it would be before he broke, before he spoke to her, entreating her to be allowed to come.
    She moved slowly, making a play of unfastening the ties at the back of his shortly cropped brown hair. Taking her time, as much to give herself the chance to control her own breathing and plaster an expression of no nonsense domination on her face, than to increase the tension within Rick.
    Aware that Claire would be back soon, that she’d already been gone longer than a normal trip to the shops would take, Ali took one last exhalation of air, and pulled Rick’s eyes and ears free.
    Poised, with the cane in one hand and the blindfold in the other, Ali stood directly before her best friend’s man. Her back straight, head raised, her tits poking with deliberate provocation out from beneath her shirt, Ali carefully gauged his reaction.
    Rick, his hazel eyes wide, shone with lust as he understood what had been happening. He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly thought better of it. He was clearly surprised to see Ali, but just as clearly, he was not disappointed, nor stupid enough to destroy the game they were playing.
    â€˜Good boy.’ Ali found her own throat had tightened as she spoke for the first time since offering him coffee, something that seemed a lifetime ago now. She raised a questioning eyebrow at him as he looked down towards his torso, reading the letters to Claire, and the erotic intentions and suggestions that Ali had inscribed.
    â€˜I wonder how badly you want me to suck that cock?’
    Rick blinked again, sharply returning his attention to Ali, somehow managing to convey in that tiny mute gesture, that he’d very much like a blow job.
    Lifting the cane, Ali began to tease the end around his balls, happily watching them twitch and swell further even though they were already as hard as marble.
    â€˜In a few minutes, I’m going to unlock your hands.’ Ali flicked the end of the whip at the small keys hanging from the ribbon. ‘Even though you will be technically free, you will not move your arms unless I grant you permission.’
    His Adam’s apple wobbled as he inclined his head in agreement, his eyes never leaving her chest.
    Ali undid the cuffs, and Rick automatically gripped his palms together. The hunger on his face was inescapable, and as much as Ali was enjoying dominating her fantasy fuck, her own body needed her to end this very soon.
    Dropping her shirt to the floor, Ali locked her gaze on to Rick’s, who was still resolutely staring at her breasts. Resting the cane on the bed, Ali brought her hands to her teats, twirling her taut nipples between her fingers, knowing she was making him more and more frustrated.
    He was licking his lips and the subtle shake of his shoulders told her that he was struggling to keep his hands where they were.
    â€˜You want to hold these, don’t you?’ She continued to manipulate her breasts for a second, as he clamped his lips together in his effort not to respond. ‘How about down here?’ Ali inched her hands south, caressing his own flesh as she went, before teasing the waistband to her knickers, and, with her eyes flashing at him, Ali eased the satin fabric down her legs with amazing stealth.
    Stepping away from her underwear, Ali retrieved the cane and knelt before her prisoner. ‘How badly?’ She traced the cane over the very end of his shaft, trying not to think how badly she wanted to fuck him, only how much she was loving making him wait, ‘Do you want to touch me here?’ Ali danced the