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“The minute you plow into me,” she ran her hand up his chest. “Is the moment you’ll lose me. Unless I’ve given you specific permission to do so.”

“I understand,” he leaned into her hand when she cupped his cheek.

“Are you ready to submit to me,” she asked.

“Yes, mistress,” he murmured. “Tell me what you need me to do.”

“Oh, I think you’ll be very pleased with what I have in mind,” she slid her fingers along the waist of his jeans. She unbuttoned his jeans. One button at a time. Her fingers brushed against his cock with every button. He moaned.

“If you cum, I’ll punish you again,” she warned him.

“Yes, mistress,” Andrew gritted his teeth.

She rubbed her hand up and down his hard cock as it bulged over his boxers. “Lovely,” she pushed the cloth away from him.

“Uuuummmm,” he made a noise that was a cross between a hum and a purr.

“I do enjoy a big cock,” Annabel said. “This one seems very aroused. Did we do this to you?”

“Yes,” he whispered closing his eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Annabel demanded.

“Yes, mistress,” he watched her walk around him. He stepped out of his pants when she told him to. Her lips touched his back. Her tongue slipped up and down his spine.

“When someone goes behind you,” she murmured as she cupped his bum. “I want you to think of me doing this to you, instead of what your father did.”

He trembled, “I will.”

“Every time someone walks behind you,” she murmured. “I want you to think of the pleasure I give you.”

She rubbed her hands up and down his back. She cupped his bum, reached between his legs, and cupped his balls.

“Oh,” he sighed the single syllable.

“You want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I want you ready,” she withdrew her hand.

He hummed a sad moan.

“Don’t worry. We’re just getting started,” Annabel said. “Go lay in the center of the bed with your head on the pillows.”

“Yes, mistress,” Andrew grinned when he met Ryan’s gaze.

“Let’s see how much control you have,” Annabel smiled. “Ryan, kneel on the bed next to him.”

Ryan swallowed and followed orders. She moved to the opposite side of the bed. She knelt next to Andrew. She ran her hand up and down his cock. “Two swords,” she teased. “Drawn and ready for action. Let’s see if I can put them to good use.”

“Yes, mistress,” Ryan and Andrew spoke together.

“Condoms?”

Andrew pointed to where he spread out the selection they brought.

“Ryan, you may choose for both of you,” Annabel said.

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