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His arms tightened around her. “It’s not over yet.”

She forced her eyes open. “Not?”

His eyes were so close to hers she could drown in their depths. He held her close to him for a moment, a moment in which she forgot to think, to worry, forgot any and everything but the comfort and security she felt in his arms.

He released her long enough to reach for his pants. He dug into a pocket and brought out a chain of beads, varying in size from small at the end to large at the ring handle. They looked like a string of pearls, glistening as he showed them to her.

“These are anal beads,” he instructed. “I’m going to put them in you one at a time.”

She rolled over and lifted her butt to him. He chuckled and smoothed his palm over her butt cheek. “Very good.”

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He used the lube on her anus, then carefully inserted the smallest bead. He waited while she accepted that, and then one after the other, he pushed the rest of the beads in.

She took them easily, squirming only a little at the largest one. When the last one was in, he patted her butt again. “You please me.”

She moaned with pleasure at his words as much as the sensations in her butt as he wiggled the cord and made the beads move in her. At his prompting she moved to her knees and rested her forehead on her hands.

He rose behind her and tugged slightly on the cord. She moaned and waited for more. It wasn’t long in coming as he reached under her and caressed the soft bare lips of her pussy.

“So responsive,” he murmured. “Always open and ready for me. Does this make you feel good?”

“Mmm, more.”

He pinched her clit. “When I say.”

“Yes, Adrian,” she whispered.

He played with her pussy then moved one hand to her breasts. He cupped one gently, then the other. When her nipples hardened in his hand, he pinched hard, then eased the tiny hurt with soft strokes. Her breathing changed, became fast and hard as her body opened to him. She waited impatiently for him to take her, to plunge his cock into her.

When he did, she inhaled sharply at the swift, deep thrust. She felt him go high into her, filling her completely. She took that first stroke, then all the others as he mounted her without respite. He shoved himself hard into her over and over, as she clamped and clasped him within her. He withdrew enough to create enough space between them to twirl the cord in her ass. She breathed harder, swamped with sensations. He jabbed at her with short strokes as he pulled on the beads.

“When the last one comes out, then you can come.”

“Oh yes, yes please,” she panted.

She held on, controlling her response as the heat deepened, intensified and her muscles screamed for release. He pulled slowly, and the largest bead popped out. The thrill rushed through her body.

“Not yet!”

He thrust into her again, as if relishing every anguished writhe of her torso. He pulled another bead free, then another and another until only the last one, the smallest one, was still insider her.

“Now, come now,” Adrian demanded and pulled the bead loose. As soon as it was free, he plunged into her and pinched one nipple very hard.

She felt no pain. Norris felt only the exquisite release that shattered her senses. Her muscles convulsed around him as she came in a great gush of pleasure. He stiffened behind her, gripped her hip and came himself.

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She collapsed under him, her body shaking and exhausted. Adrian came down on top of her, his cock slipping out of her as he rolled to one side. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his side. They lay there, breathing heavily while their bodies rested.

At last, he withdrew and rose. He disappeared into the bathroom. She heard water running, then he came back to her.

“Up you go.”

“I’m tired,” she murmured.

“Now, Norris.”

His voice, severe and demanding, sank into her. Gone was the tender lover. She forced herself to her knees, then to her feet.

What torment did he have in mind for her now?

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He took her hand and led her into the shower. Positioning their bodies under the multiple pulsating jets, he cleansed them both. He had washed her before, many times, his touch impersonal and cool. This time, his hands were hot, his breath blew warm against her skin, and his touch was that of a lover. He let her do nothing, didn’t let her touch him as he soaped and washed her in a caress. He turned her in his arms to rinse her, lingered on her breasts and belly, teasing her shaven mound and pussy.

He touched her like he owned her, she thought as he turned her, bent her over and washed her butt, stroking her back before he soaped and washed her anus. The hot water streamed over her, cascading from her spine, easing her muscles, yet she tensed.

Quickly, remembering his coaching and his displeasure when she resisted him, she forced herself to relax. She waited, expecting him to enter her, to take her anally, but he merely rimmed her with his finger, awakening the multiple sensitive nerve endings.

Her breath quickened. She drew in several, fast, steamy breaths before he urged her upright, holding her back against his chest as he ran his hands over her breasts and down her flanks. How could he arouse her so quickly?

Drowsiness fled, replaced by an increasingly fierce hunger. She stood compliant in his embrace, holding back as he instructed her, while her body craved his.

This was torment indeed.

It astonished her that she could want him with such desperation after the lovemaking they’d just shared. Yet she accepted it as only right and natural that Adrian should command her body to respond to him as he wished.

She lifted her eyes, staring at him over her shoulder. Between the gushing hot water and the steam swirling around and between them, she read approval on his face.

Approval and intent. Hungry intent.

He moved her to face the shower enclosure, pressing her breasts against cool glass.

He held her, wedged between his chest and the glass while his cock grew between her butt cheeks. She murmured, deep in her throat.

“Good, isn’t it?” he whispered against her neck. “Want it to get better?”

Her breathing quickened. He’d been toying with her a few moments ago, letting her guess and anticipate his next move. She knew that this was why he’d prepared her with dildo and butt plug, widening her for a lover’s pleasure. She hadn’t expected it to be Adrian, but now, how perfect. It had to be Adrian.

She nodded.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

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His cock circled her anus, withdrew. She moaned and looked over her shoulder to see him reach for a tube of lubricating oil. She waited, expectant and eager, yet shivery with fear. He was big, bigger than any dildo.

Shielding her from the spray, he lubed her ass, working the oil into the tight channel, then smoothed more on himself. He bent her over, widening her stance with his feet, bringing the tip of his penis again to her anus.

She quivered, already anticipating pain.

He pushed in, gently, ever so gently, yet she tensed.

“Easy now.” He stroked her upper thigh, reaching higher until he caressed the outer lips of her pussy. “Slow and easy.”

She held herself still, forcing herself not to squirm against the pleasure of his finger at her pussy, but to relax, hands pressed against the glass as he pushed in an inch, rested, another inch, rested again.

“Good.” He waited, caressing her breasts with one hand, and her clit with the other.

She closed her eyes, surrendering to him, trusting him, pleasure building as heat shot through her from tip to toe. She felt surrounded by him at her back, his arms around her, his cock now working deeper and harder into her.

Aahhh…no dildo ever felt this way! He was hot and hard, a living force within her.

She felt her muscles clamp down on him, heard his grunt, and reveled in the way he took her, giving her pleasure even as he took what he wanted from her. He allowed her no respite, fingers busy on her nipples and pussy, cock pushing ever deeper. He pinched one nipple, hard.

She screamed. Pain, pleasure, delight, all mixed together as he broke through the last ring of muscles and claimed her ass for his own.

Stroking now. Out, allowing muscles to tighten. In, forcing them open. Steadily, deeper with each stroke, pushing her against the shower enclosure with each thrust.

Her breasts were squashed but she felt no pain, only one hand between them and the glass, working magic with her nipples. He pinched again, harder, then pulled on her nipple until it grew as hard as his cock working its magic within her.

Heat. Steam. Noise.

Her breathing and his harsh above the pounding water. Her face pushed against the glass, peering through it. In the mirror beyond, shapes misted by steam, coming together in age-old mating.

Such coming together! She couldn’t bear it, couldn’t take another moment. He paused, gathering himself, then shoved forward. Blistering. Steam. Filled to her depths, she convulsed, shattering in his arms.

Only his cock and his embrace kept her from collapsing. He held her tightly, pumped once, twice, three times and came himself. She felt him shoot high into her, his gush a liquid heat even hotter than his cock rammed into her as far as it would go. She shuddered, accepting his possession.

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They sank to their knees as he pulled out of her. Hot water rained down on them, cleansing, and steam rose up high about them, cocooning them in their own world of sensation and satiation.

At last, long moments later, he roused. He reached for the scented bath gel and cleansed her inside and out. She was still, receiving everything he did to her, for her.

She felt fulfilled, every fantasy come true. Cosseted, loved and womanly. Adrian rested himself, back propped against the wall, eyes closed. She studied him through the spray, seeing his face relaxed and at ease.

If she’d ever thought he was severe, unfeeling, and coldhearted, she had only to see him like this and know how much control he exerted over himself. He was a different person. Not a trainer demanding obedience, but a lover commanding her body, coaxing from her desires and sensations she’d never thought to experience.

She didn’t know how long they stayed there, heaped together on the shower floor.

At last, though, they roused and turned off the water. They dried each other with warmed towels, and stumbled toward her bed, where they fell into a deep sleep with their arms clasped around each other.

Hours later, she woke, to find herself on her back, Adrian already in her deep and hard. She opened her mouth to speak, but he shushed her with his lips and tongue. She sucked him in, his tongue filling her mouth as his cock did her pussy.

She didn’t know how long he’d been in her, knew only that he was hard, his breath coming fast. She reached between them, clasping his cock at the base, cupping his balls, already hard and high in their sac. She murmured her pleasure.

He bucked against her hand and increased his pace, taking her with him. She was hot and liquid around him, could feel his strokes deep within her, feel his weight heavy against her.

“More,” she panted, already catching up with him, fevered and reaching for release.

“Like this?” He thrust deep, losing control and spasming convulsively as she felt her orgasm lift her and propel her out of mind.

She called his name. He grunted hers. They locked together, straining as their mutual orgasm went on and on. Their bodies shook, convulsed in delight. She felt every little quiver, every major tremor as he plunged deep, deeper still and finally convulsed.

He collapsed, heavy on her, his breath harsh against her temple.

He started to roll away, but she brought her arms up close around him and clutched him within her legs. “Not yet.”

She couldn’t bear to let him go, couldn’t bear to lose the closeness, the intimacy of the moment. She held him tightly, holding on, until nature took over and sleep eased her grip.

When she woke, she roused enough to prop herself up on an elbow. She studied his body, lax in sleep, yet his muscles were clearly defined in shoulders, chest, abdomen and thighs. One hand lay curled over his chest, the fingers loosely curved. She studied 95

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his fingernails, short, clean and trimmed, and remembered how skillfully he’d used his fingers and hands to arouse her, penetrate her and increase her pleasure. She all but shuddered with the memory of him buried so deep in her that she couldn’t believe he wasn’t created to be an integral part of her.

His belly was flat and hard. She was tempted to stroke, to explore but didn’t want to wake him. She leaned closer to his face, examining every feature. His eyes were closed, a smile softening the severe contours of his face. She’d pleased him.

And pleased herself. As hard, as heart-stopping and as often as he’d made her come, it wasn’t until they came in that mind-blowing simultaneous orgasm that she knew what all the fuss was about. It could actually happen. And it had!

Ah sex, glorious sex. No, that wasn’t right. It was as Adrian had stressed. This was making love, intimacy, not mechanics or purely physical sensation, and it was more than glorious. It surpassed definition, that closeness, the oneness of two bodies meshed together, shattering together.

It felt like being in love.

Love? Where had that idea come from? She explored it gingerly, testing it carefully.

It was too easy, predictable even, to let her emotions be overcome by physical sensation.

When she was weak and spineless like this, she was too susceptible. Too ready to believe that there could be anything more between them than extraordinarily good sex.

No, it wasn’t love. Couldn’t be.

She sighed.

He opened one eye and winked at her.

Winked! The austere, stern robotron had loosened up enough to wink at her. She giggled.

“What amuses you?” he asked through a yawn.