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“Yes, ma’am.”

She grins. “Don’t get sarcastic. I mean it. For the next little while… I’m the Don, understand?”

She takes my hand and leads me through the apartment, into our bedroom. When she pushes me onto the bed, I fall back, game as game can be. When she straddles me, my length aches and grows hard, my head swimming with desire.

She takes my hands and guides them over my head, grinding her crotch against mine, the sensation making my lust swell.

“Think of all the times you’ve spanked me, tortured me, owned me, Nico. Hmm? Now, it’s time for payback.”

“If this is how revenge tastes, I could get used to it.”

She grinds against me some more, then leans down and kisses me hard. I grip her luscious ass, but then she takes my wrists, guiding them back over my head.

“How foolish of me, I apologize,” I say ironically.

She pouts. “Don’t even think about making a joke about this.”

“Then maybe you should stop looking like you’re about to laugh.”

“Okay, I’ll admit, this does feel alittleweird.”

“You’re saying you want me to be in control? I’m your muse on the canvas – and you’re my muse in the sheets. Go on, Vignette, call me cheesy.”

“I can’t. I love you too much.”

“I love you more,” I growl, sitting up and wrapping my arms around her. I spin her around so that I’m lying atop her. I grind her needy sex through our clothes, shifting my hips so that she can feel me through the fabric.

She moans. “Impossible.”

That sends me over the edge. I grow like an animal, because that’s what my woman turns me into. I grip her pants and pull them down roughly, her underwear following suit. She gasps, staring at me with that expression I love so much.

She looks excited, curious… and just a tiny bit like she’s about to step on a rollercoaster. It’s not scared. But there’s something in her eyes that screams out for her Don.

When I see her naked sex, I lose it. Every single time, it’s the same.

“I’ll never tire of your body,” I growl, kneeling at the edge of the bed and pulling her toward me. She wriggles down the sheets. “I could spend hours kissing your perfect pussy, licking your luscious lips and lavishing your inflamed clit with attention. And your ass… fuck.”

I press my hands down on the round globes of her ass as I bring my mouth to her center. She grips my head and pushes me harder against her slickness.

“I’m the Don, remember?” she moans, a wicked smirk on her lips when I look up at her.

I’m not complaining. She grinds her sex against my face, owning her pleasure, chasing it. I squeeze her curves, taking possession of her sweet roundness as I lick and kiss and suck her sex. I devour her clit, pushing my tongue against it.

I could hear the sound of her releasing moans countless times and never grow bored. I could experience the sensation of her horny hole gushing with her juices and still want a taste of her over and over.

She grips my head with both her hands as she comes. Once her orgasm has rocked her body and rocked my world, she says, “Maybe I could get used to this ‘being in charge’ thing after all.”

I tear off my pants and then lie on the bed. My manhood springs up solidly, throbbing with tension as it always does for my woman. “Prove it.”

She climbs on top of me, propping her hands against my chest. “Grab your dick. Hold it in place for me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her smile is electric. It makes me feel drunk, like the luckiest man alive.

When she slides down onto my length, I let out a shuddering moan. She sinks deeper, guiding her tight warmth to my base. Her body shudders. There’s something sexy about us both being half-dressed. We can’t wait until we’re completely naked. We’re too obsessed.

“Don’t even think about telling me not to touch your sweet, voluptuous ass,” I growl as I guide my hands to her roundness.