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That made her blush, but the lure of the orgasm overrode embarrassment. She fought to keep her eyes open as his finger thrust in, then out. Slowly, steadily, never picking up speed or pressing harder, pushing her only so high and not letting her go any higher.

Oh, she just needed a little bit more. More pressure, more speed, more something, but she couldn’t get it. Her body strained against the straps, wanting to push back, push hard, but no matter how much she tried she couldn’t move. With a frustrated moan she went limp, collapsing against the bench. He’d give her what he wanted her to have and no more, and she would take it. Like the bondage, the knowledge that she had no say in the matter was oddly freeing.

His eyes went bright when she stopped fighting the restraints. “That’s a good girl,” he growled and suddenly one finger became two, stretching and widening her clutching sheath, and slow and steady became fast and hard. The slap of his hand hitting her pussy was an obscene echo, the small pain adding to the heat and the tension and the need until everything inside her gathered, waiting, waiting…

Then it burst, need and pressure and tension exploding into exquisite pleasure. Her body shuddered and jerked against the straps, her cunt pulsed and clenched around his invading fingers, her clit throbbing and tingling. He didn’t stop, driving her through the spasms, and unbelievably she felt it gather fast and hard and burst again, and the room went white as she came and came and came.

Ginger lay in Michael’s lap, cuddled in a soft and fuzzy blanket, a soft warm weight against his thighs. Her eyes were closed, her lips soft. Her cheeks still held a flush, were still dewy from her orgasm, and his dick was hard enough to drive nails.

Which, under the circumstances, wasn’t the most comfortable sensation.

He shifted slightly, grimacing when her soft, round ass rubbed against his dick. He was hard as a rock. She’d responded so beautifully to the bondage, starting the slide into subspace almost as soon as he had her in the straps, and the spanking had only pushed her deeper. Then watching her orgasm, holding her gaze with his while her body convulsed and her pussy spasmed around his thrusting fingers? He was lucky he hadn’t come in his pants.

She shifted in his arms, her eyelashes fluttering gently against her cheeks. Her eyes opened finally, soft blue eyes blurry as she looked up at him. She blinked once, twice, then she smiled so serenely his heart clutched.

“There you are,” he murmured and ruthlessly tamped down on lust. His turn would come—for now, he needed to make sure she was all right. “How do you feel?”

“Mmm.” She leaned her head back against his arm. “Floaty, a little drunk.” She shifted on his lap and winced. “Sore.”

He didn’t bother to hide his satisfied smile.

She looked around. “I don’t remember moving. Did I pass out?”

He reached up to stroke her hair away from her face. “Not really. You went away for a little while, that’s all. It’s not uncommon.”

“Oh.” Bemused, befuddled, she could only nod.

He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Ready for some water?”

“Yes, please,” she said and moved to sit up.

“Stay,” he said sharply, and added a hard look to the order before reaching for the bottle of water he’d already retrieved from the small refrigerator in the corner of the room. He handed it to her, lips quirking at her frown.

“I’m not a dog,” she muttered.

He laughed, unoffended. “No, darling, that you aren’t.”

She sipped the water. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. How’d you like your first scene?”

“Well,” she mused thoughtfully, “the orgasm was pretty awesome.”

“Agreed. What else?”

“The bondage.” She sipped again, her eyes on his over the bottle. “The straps. That was…”

“Take your time,” he encouraged when she trailed off, a thoughtful look on her face.

“Comforting?” She lowered the water bottle with a frown. “That doesn’t make sense, though.”

“It does,” he countered. “You started sliding into subspace almost right away.”

“Subspace?” she repeated.

“It’s a state of mind a lot of submissives reach during play when they surrender fully to their Dom, and to what’s happening. It’s not rare, but it is rare to find it so quickly, and with so little work.”

He skimmed a gentle finger down her nose. “I think we can safely say that you really like bondage.”