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“
Good
girl
.
”
He
pinches
me
hard
,
and
my
body
writhes
convulsively
against
his
front
.
I
gasp
at
the
exquisite
,
acute
pleasure
/
pain
.
I
feel
him
against
me
.
I
moan
and
my
hands
clench
in
his
hair
pulling
harder
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
you
’
re
ready
to
come
yet
,
”
he
whispers
,
stilling
his
hands
,
and
he
gently
bites
my
earlobe
and
tugs
at
it
.
“
Besides
,
you
have
displeased
me
.
”
Oh
…
no
,
what
will
this
mean
?
My
brain
registers
through
the
fog
of
needy
desire
as
I
groan
.
“
So
perhaps
I
won
’
t
let
you
come
after
all
.
”
He
returns
the
attention
of
his
fingers
to
my
nipples
,
pulling
,
twisting
,
kneading
.
I
grind
my
behind
against
him
…
moving
side
to
side
.
I
feel
his
grin
against
my
neck
as
his
hands
move
down
to
my
hips
.
His
fingers
hook
into
my
panties
at
the
back
,
stretching
them
,
and
he
pushes
his
thumbs
through
the
material
,
shredding
them
and
tossing
them
in
front
of
me
so
I
can
see
…
holy
shit
.
His
hands
move
down
to
my
sex
,
and
from
behind
,
he
slowly
inserts
his
finger
.
“
Oh
yes
.
My
sweet
girl
is
ready
,
”
he
breathes
as
he
whirls
me
around
so
I
’
m
facing
him
.
His
breathing
has
quickened
.
He
puts
his
finger
in
his
mouth
.
“
You
taste
so
fine
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
He
sighs
.
Holy
shit
.
His
finger
tastes
salty
…
from
me
.
“
Undress
me
,
”
he
commands
quietly
,
staring
down
at
me
,
eyes
hooded
.
All
I
’
m
wearing
are
my
shoes
—
well
,
Kate
’
s
high
-
heeled
pumps
.
I
’
m
taken
aback
.
