Page 82 of In A Faraway Land

Cool, slippery stuff rubbed her ass, then slipped inside.

Oh.Flicka knew what the tube was now.

She almost chuckled. When the hell had he stuck lube in her purse?

Hardness nudged at her asshole and pushed inside, burning. He slipped in with the lube, but his sheer size always pushed her to her limits.

Flicka clenched her fists, holding the sheets as he slowly, relentlessly, entered her. He rocked her forward against the side of the mattress.

She pushed back against him and let him take her, opening herself and craving the deep burn.

Years ago, in London,they’d had a day off, a real day off. On a Saturday, they’d had no classes and no events scheduled. They had practice and studies, sure, but there were nothingsto do.

Dieter had whispered to her, “I’m going to teach you to come when I take your ass.”

She’d stared at him. “You always make sure I come.”

“Yeah, by stroking your clit, but I want you to come while I push into your ass.”

“Butit’s the clitoris—”

“It doesn’t have to be. Get undressed.”

“Right now? But it’s nine in the morning! I have to practice for a few hours at least.”

“Oh, you’ll practice all right, but I want you naked while you do it. Whose are you?”

“Yours,” she’d said, smiling.

He’d stood her in the middle of their Kensington Palace apartment and stripped her clothes off. He’d run his strong hands overher, stroking her breasts and her folds until she was gasping, and then he’d popped a slap on her butt and sent her off to practice the piano.

Frustrated and horny, she’d pounded the piano like she’d wanted him to pound her, banging out scales and arpeggios over and over, up and down the keyboard.

After an hour, he’d bent her over the piano and licked her until she’dalmostcome,al-damn-most,but he’dstopped.

He growled at her, “Keep practicing.”

“But you—”

“I said, keep practicing.”

“Come on, take me to bed.”

“I said that you needed to practice the piano.”

“I don’t want to practice the piano anymore! This is intolerable, teasing me like this! I—oh!”

He grabbed her and whirled her around so that he was sitting on the piano bench, and she was lying across his lap, ass up.

“What the hell are you—”

He brought his hand down on her butt, hard.Crack!

“Ow!What the hell are you doing?”

His thumb slipped between her legs and stroked her clit until her body tightened around the two fingers he pumped inside her. She tried to squirm backward to make him press harder.

He spanked her on her other bare butt cheek, not hard enough to bruise her at all, but certainly theroughest of Dieter’s power games.