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“I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Did you mean it?”

“Yes,” she answered coyly. “I’ll do my best to satisfy you, Ms. Michaels.”

“This is about compliance. You’ll do what I tell you to do.”

Arousal hit sharp and deep between her legs, making Olivia tighten. This kind of ruthless confidence was such an attractive trait to her... And Grace so easily took charge.

“Okay, I’ll obey you.”

“Good. We’ll see.”

She pressed herself sensuously into her. Rolled her tongue around her erect nipple. She gave it a soft pull and just grazed her teeth over the sensitive skin. Olivia purred in reaction.

“But I am not calling you Mistress. I draw the line at that.”

“Right.” Grace arched an amused eyebrow. “Are you going to be the unruly and disobedient type, then?”

“Ah.” Olivia gasped as she cupped a heated hand precisely between her legs. “Yes?”

“Not sure? You sound conflicted, my dear.”

“Uh… You’re making it really hard to think.”

“You are so wet.” Grace lingered on her nipples, spreading tingles. “So beautiful.”

“Unruly,” Olivia reminded her. “What are you going to do about that?”

“Hmm…” When she moved her leg, Grace shifted on top of her. Pinning her down with the weight of her body, molding her own breasts to hers. So erotic… And the sparkle in her eyes too. Olivia loved having her on top. “Do you think I should punish you?”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t we eager all of a sudden, huh?”

“Tell me what you would do,” Olivia demanded.

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Grace suspected she liked dirty talk more than she would enjoy the real thing. Maybe they could try spanking in the future if Olivia really wanted to. For now, Grace just wanted to lavish simple pleasure, even if no less intense, and bring her to a memorable orgasm. So she spoke low and hot against her ear of all the ways in which she might restrain her, bring her into line, and teach her to be a good girl. She remarked on how slick she was. And how sexy, how much she liked it. She made Olivia moan by softly caressing her and applying the faintest bit of pressure to her swollen clit. Just precise and gentle strokes to make her harden even more.

“You’re all over my fingers, Olivia. Hmm…” Grace with-drew only briefly to lick one. “You taste delicious.” She gathered a little more evidence of her arousal and offered it to her. “Suck.”

And tried not to lose it when Olivia complied. The sight of her doing that…Spectacular.Her eyes had grown much darker now with need and hunger. She jerked her hips and gave a little whimper, seeking to resume contact. Grace returned her fingers to the inside of her thigh and just stayed there, tantalizingly out of reach.

“Something you want?”

“Touch me!”

“Say please, darling.”

Olivia shuddered, chuckled, and whimpered again. “Please. I need you, Grace. I—”

Grace entered her smoothly with two fingers, stealing the rest of her sentence and making her eyelids flutter wildly.

“Keep your eyes open. Be with me, Olivia.”

“Grace…” She gasped again. “I want to! I want to be with you.”