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spread wide to allow him better access and I felt no shame at the wanton display. I moved frantically and without rhythm, completely overcome and unable to think about anything except how desperately I needed relief.
    His fingers pumped in and out of me, matching the same speed of the punishing strokes his hand had delivered only minutes before.
    The orgasm hit me hard enough that I nearly passed out from the force of it. I arched against him, screaming with the release. He reacted to the movement, matching it with his hips and making a low sound in his throat, so soft that I almost missed it.
    Tremors wracked my body even as his fingers slipped away to rub gentle circles on my back. The room spun lazily around me as I slowly came back to myself.
    My patron shifted and his arms came around me, lifting my limp body until he held me curled in his arms like a child. I began to shiver, my teeth chattering, but I wasn’t cold.
    He picked up the suit jacket that had been laid on the bed and gently wrapped it around me, still stroking me gently like a lap kitten that needed petting.
    It was a slow realization that I had stripped naked, been severely spanked on my bare bottom and then expertly fingered until I came harder than I ever had in my life. And all the while, he had done little more to expose himself than remove the suit of his jacket. Except for the lock of dark hair that fell messily over his forehead, he could have just stepped out of an executive boardroom.
    When I looked up, cold green eyes were watching me.
    “Are you alright?”
    I nodded, unable to speak.
    “Can you stand?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    He stood and placed me gently on my feet, holding me for a moment to ensure that I could remain upright unaided. Now, the sheer largeness of his form was impossible to ignore. Even in the stilettos, my head barely came to the same level as his shoulder.
    I closed my eyes, feeling momentarily faint. When I opened them again, he had a white cotton robe held out in his hands. He removed the suit jacket from where it was draped around my shoulders and helped me to don the robe.
    Not sure what I expected, I still felt a keening sense of loss as his hands fell away. He crossed to the other side of the room, shrugging back into the jacket, which was now severely wrinkled.
    “Take a hot bath when you get home. That will help with the soreness.”
    “I-is that it…Are we done?” I swallowed hard. “Sir?”
    “Were you expecting something else?” He reached into the inner jacket pocket and pulled out a roll of bills before setting them on the dresser. “For you.”
    “I just thought that you paid…” My voice trailed off.
    “For sex?” He smiled then, and my heart stopped at the beauty of it. “No. Sex is a simple thing to get for free, even with someone as lovely as you are. I paid for the privilege of spending time with a gorgeous woman who would not say no, regardless of what was asked of her.”
    “Oh.”
    “Don’t confuse this with what it’s not.” He crossed to me and stopped with only inches separating us. His hand came up and stroked my cheek, so lightly that I could have imagined it. “I paid for your submission. And you were flawless.”
    He was at the door before I could gather my thoughts enough to speak again.
    “Will we do this again, sir?”
    He turned back slightly and raised a jet-black eyebrow. “Would you like that?”
    I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
    The devastating smile returned, weakening my knees.
    “I suppose anything is possible.”

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    P redawn light barely crept over the horizon as the black sedan wove easily through early-morning traffic. I sprawled against the leather seat, my head leaning on the window, glass cool against my cheek. Physically I felt too exhausted to move, but my mind raced.
    I had never experienced anything like that before. I had felt terrified and exhilarated. Pleasure and pain co-mingled in a way that I had never known could be possible.
    The thought of