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A squeak of surprise escaped her. Was she asking him that?

Um. Yep.

She thought she was. She nodded.

“Then ask me,” he prodded.

Oh, dear Lord. What had she started? Why couldn’t she have just kept quiet? Maybe she could have come by now.

Idiot.

“Ask me, Pet. You have to ask for what you want.”

Urgh.

That seemed so unfair.

“Can’t you just tell me?”

“No. Open your eyes.”

Shoot, she’d rather liked having her eyes closed. She knew she could open them at any moment, but it made it easier to let go of her fears and worries and just be in the moment.

She stared up into his beautiful hazel-colored eyes.

“Ask me.”

“Are you hard?” she spat the words out so quickly that you could barely understand what she’d said.

But he must have gotten the gist of it, because he nodded.

“Yes, Pet. I think it would be impossible to touch your naked body and not be hard.”

Holy moly.

Now she wanted to see him. To touch him. How hard was he? Could she make him come?

“I want to touch you.”

“Not this time,” he told her. “But one day soon. I promise. But you’ll be a good girl when the time comes and do exactly as I tell you.”

Her lower lip dropped out on a pout. “What? You mean that I won’t get to deny you an orgasm until you beg for it?”

He grinned. He looked so much lighter when he smiled. As though the weight of the world had lifted off him and she made a vow then to make him smile as much as she could.

“I’m afraid not, Pet.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” she muttered.

“That’s why you’re the Pet and I’m the Sir.”

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“Now, what else have you got to say to me?” Salem asked.

He started moving his hand again, pressing his fingers deep inside her pussy.

In and out.

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