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thoughts of Lara. Her first email fantasy had been okay, but he knew she was

holding back. He didn't like that she was still hesitant to really let go with him,

even though he understood it. The whole dynamic of power exchange and

domination—submission was new to her, and if he was going to pursue the

relationship, he needed to help her open up to it more. He had to show her

the possibilities.

She'd walked into his life when he'd needed a change, and his instincts told

him she could be the one he'd been waiting for. But his brain was telling him

she was trouble.

She was independent and strong and way too sassy. He really needed to

step up his game if he was going to make this work.

Anticipation swelled inside him. He had plans to make.

"Dawson, man, get with it!"

The raucous call snapped Karl back to the present and he gave his head a

shake. He set his beer down and smirked at the guy on the other side of the

pool table. "You ready to get your ass kicked?"

Mark, a big bear of man, stood with his arm around some woman he'd been

buying drinks for. "Have you looked at the table? You're done."

There were five balls on the pool table; four high balls, and the eight. Karl

was high ball.

"I'm not the one who choked on the eight," Karl said as he ambled to the end of the table and lined up his shot.

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Down went the eleven, then the nine, then the twelve in a beautiful bank shot

that drew praise from everyone but Mark. Karl sent the fifteen to the side

pocket, leaving only the shiny black eight ball on the table.

Mark nudged his friend forward. "Flash him your boobs, girl. Make him miss

this shot."

Karl glanced up and grinned as the girl lifted her t-shirt and flashed him some

breast.

"Very nice," he said, then put the eight ball in the corner pocket. He

straightened up with a grin. "But, unlike Mark, it takes more than a little skin to distract me."

Mark patted his new friend on her ass and laughed. "Next time get on your

knees, baby. That'll distract him!"

Karl gave up the table and let the others play, his mind wandering to the fact

that the thought of that woman on her knees did nothing for him. The cell

phone on his hip vibrated just as he sat down next to Val.

He glanced at the phone's screen before flipping it open to greet Marie

warmly. "Hey, sweetie, how are you doing today?"

"Hello, Sir, I'm doing very well, thank you."

He ignored the knowing smirk on Val's face and focused on Marie. "What

can I do for you?"

"You weren't at The Dungeon last night and I was hoping to see you. Will you

be there tonight?"

Karl heard the pouty note in her voice and responded naturally. "Are you

pouting, Marie? You know I don't like it when my girls pout."

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A moment of silence, and he bit back a sigh. "Marie, I'm waiting."

"I'm sorry, Sir. I just miss you. You haven't been around much lately."

She was right, he hadn't been around much. But their relationship was

strictly play, and he'd always made a point of keeping it casual. He didn't like

her implication. "I'm out of town this weekend, sweetie. I'll be at the club next week, we can talk then."

"Yes, Sir," she said softly.

A twinge of guilt went through him. She wasn't pouting anymore, she actually

sounded hurt. He knew what she needed, and he knew he couldn't give it to

her. They'd been playing together on and off for a couple of years in an open,

casual arrangement, but lately she'd been getting a little clingy. A little too

dependent on him. He needed to fix that.

"Marie, you know there are others to play with. I don't want to hear that you're sitting around waiting for me. We've talked about this before."

"Yes, Sir." Her voice was quiet and dejected, and Karl's shoulders dropped.

He was going to have to fix this, but he couldn't do it over the phone.

"How about you and I hook up on Monday night? We need to talk."

That perked her up. "Oh, yes, Sir!"

"Okay, sweetie. You go to the club tonight and have some fun, and I'll see

you on Monday night."

He disconnected with Marie, and started scrolling through his contacts for

Simone, a Mistress who he knew would enjoy some time with Marie.

"So many women, so little time, huh buddy?" Val said with a laugh.

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Karl ignored him and headed to the bar to get another beer from the sassy

bartender. A little uncomplicated flirting was just what he needed.

* * *

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ll Saturday morning Lara had tried not to stare at her computer.

Checking her email was all she could think about, but rushing to do so felt a

little…desperate. And she didn't like that.

Instead, she went upstairs to get away from the computer and harass the

boys for a while. Peter was locked in his office, writing, but Graham played a

few games of crib with her. When he finally chased her away just after lunch,

she gave in and opened up her iBook.

The mail program opened and she saw a response from Karl waiting. Her

heart kicked in her chest, and she bit her lip. What would he say about her

fantasy? Would the Dominant be able to give up a bit of control to her for a

while?

She clicked on the email and devoured his response.

Very nice, Lara. I like that you were honest in your needs and desires, but I

expected a bit more of a story. Karl

A story? He wanted a story.

Disappointment at his response tickled at her mind for a brief moment before

determination stomped it out. She grabbed her keys and made a quick run to

the corner store.

Three hours later she tossed the
Penthouse
digest on the bedside table. It

wasn't her regular reading material, but she was determined not to make a

complete ass of herself with this
homework
. Pulling her computer onto her

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lap, she opened a new email window. He wanted a story—she'd tell him a

story.

Karl,

I'm lying in bed, my hand under my thin nightgown and between my thighs as

I think about seeing you again. It's true. You made an impression, and more

than ever I want to try everything once. Including anal sex.

As much as I love cock and dream about it, I've not found anyone I trust to

introduce me to such naughty delights. But you obviously know your way

around a woman's body. And I'm ready for more.

In my fantasy, I'm lying in bed, thinking about you, anticipation making my

juices flow steadily. One finger flicks back and forth over my clit, and my eyes

close as my other hand travels deeper between my legs until I'm tickling my

puckered hole.

Tiny flutters of sensation run though me, and I dip a finger into my pussy,

swirl it around, and get it covered in juice, then bring it back to my ass.

Unable to help myself I push my finger past the tightness and thrust it as

deep as I can. A soft moan escapes my lips into the empty room as I wiggle

my finger around inside. An idea flashes behind my closed eyelids and I pull

my hand away.

Leaning over I open my bedside drawer and search until I find what I'm

looking for—my small silver bullet vibrator. I lube it up and lie back with the

remote in one hand and the bullet heading for my back door. Knees spread

wide, I press the phallic bulb against my anus. Holding it there, I turn it on to
the lowest speed and the tingles of pleasure that ripple through me make me

gasp your name. You like it when I call your name, don't you?

I want more. I want to slide it inside me, let my ass hug it tight and feel those
wondrous vibrations from deep inside. But stories of people having to go to

the emergency room to have things removed from their asses make me think

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twice. Where are you? I want you to do this, to help me. I want to roll over,

get on my knees and elbows for you, and have you breach my virgin hole,

but you're not here.

I lie there, playing the egg around my puckered hole and frigging my clit with

my finger, but I can't get off. I just sit on the edge of an orgasm, ready to

scream.

Finally, giving up, I turn it off and go to put it back in the drawer, and my

fingers brush against a foil packet. A light bulb goes on inside my head and

excitement floods me.

I rip open the condom packet and slide it over the bullet. Lying back in bed I

reach between my legs and start playing again.

This would work. The vibrations are still strong and the trailing end of the

condom insures I'll be able to get the bullet out, in case the electrical cord

breaks.

Impatient for it all, I press it against my hole slowly and it slides into me

easily.

The small egg is inside me completely and the vibrations radiate through me.

Turning the speed up a notch I begin frigging my clit. Within seconds my

belly tightens tellingly and my hips press harder against my finger. Every

time I thrust my hips against my flickering finger my insides clutch around the

tiny vibrator in my ass. Before I can catch my breath, my orgasm hits and I'm

crying out loud, my whole body tensing as waves of pleasure wash over me.

I'm so exhausted by the powerful orgasm that I just switch off the remote and

doze for a bit, the egg still inside me.

The touch of soft lips against mine brings me slowly awake, and I realize

you've let yourself into my place. I don't mind, in fact, I open my arms and

welcome you back with a deep kiss.

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"What's this?" You pull away from me, holding up the remote for the egg in
your hand.

You tug it lightly and notice the cord dipping below the covers. When I try to

reach under the covers and retrieve the egg you grab my hands and stop

me. With a wicked grin, you flick the button and the muffled hum of the

vibrator fills the air, and my juices immediately begin to flow.

"Thinking of me, huh?" you say as you pull the cotton sheet lower and order
me to bend my knees and spread my thighs. When the sheet is past my

knees you see exactly where the egg is, and your grin widens.

"You're such a dirty girl."

I blush as you dip a finger between my thighs and feel how soaked my pussy

is. I am a dirty girl. I want so much, I want to do it all, I want to do

everything—to have you do anything to me.

"Oh, baby," you whisper in that husky voice that makes my insides melt as
you step back and strip off your clothes. "You don't know how happy you've

made me."

Soon you're naked, your cock waving in the air, pointing at me like a "dirty
girl" radar and making me drool. Wasting no more time or words you pull me

out of bed and bend me over so my hands are braced on the mattress. You

tug on the condom hanging out of me like a tail, and the egg pops out of my

exposed anus. A tiny moan escapes my lips.

Your large hands grip my ass cheeks and pull them apart. My breath catches

in my throat, I know what's coming next.

Sure enough, the head of your cock nuzzles at my entrance. Gently, but

firmly, you ease into my asshole. It's almost painful, the stretching of my

virgin territory, but it feels oh so good too as you slide in inch by luscious

inch.

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Once you're in to the hilt, we both let out slow breaths. I giggle and you

groan. Then you start to move and my breath disappears once again.

God! You feel huge! Pleasure swamps my entire being as you start to pick up

speed.

"I can't hold back," you say as you pound into me.

I don't want you to wait, I want you to lose control because I feel so wild with

you. I'm whimpering in pleasure and urging you on like a porn star. "Oh, yes!

Fuck me, Karl! That's it!"

I push back against you and slip a hand between my spread thighs. A small

tap on my swollen clit, and my whole body spasms in orgasm.

My body clenches around you and you cry out, your hot come filling up my

insides in a whole new way.

My trembling knees finally give out and I fall forward onto the bed, you on top

of me, and still inside me. Our hot breaths mingle as you kiss me gently

before slipping off me and onto the bed.

Lara

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arl adjusted himself in his chair and snapped his cell phone closed.

He'd told her he wanted a story, and she gave him a story all right. Pleasure

and excitement raced through him, side by side. With only slight

encouragement, she'd exceeded his expectations.