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“Accept that you know best?” she asks me, her large eyes turned up at me, so serious, so trusting, so perfect. “And just say yes?”

I nod. “It’s reasonable? To want that? To presume that I’m able to give you that. And to get to that place with hair-pulling and cock-sucking?” We both laugh at that. “It’s stupid. It’s absurd. Hell, I’m not even sure it’s rational.”

“It’s rational, if you look at the right way. I have never swallowed a man’s se**n before. And so it made me stop for a moment. But you explaining all this…” She waves her hand in the air. “It puts it in perspective. Because when you said you wanted to stuff your c**k down my throat, I only felt humiliation and fear. But maybe I will like it? How do I know if I don’t let you—” She swallows hard and shakes her head a little like she’s having a hard time spitting the words out. “Take my choice away and force me to experience it.” She has her eyes closed as the words come out, but then she opens them and I see her trust.

God, that’s something I don’t get often. A woman I just met yesterday is willing to meet me halfway. Is it wrong to accept that trust when I hardly know her? When I know she’s burying secrets that might have long-term consequences?

It feels wrong, but not wrong enough to make me stop.

I reach for her hand and then stand up, placing it over my board shorts where my bulging c**k is stretching the fabric. “Take me out, place my c**k in your mouth, and suck me until I’m ready to come. Then I’ll decide what happens next and you will accept that decision without comment.”

She nods and whispers, “Yes, Master.”

I want to kiss her. I want to pull her up from the ground and kiss her mouth until her lips are swollen and raw. I want to possess her, and f**k her, and own her. I want to show her how perfect she is to me right now. But that would just confuse her, so I wait for her to follow through.

She pulls the fly of my shorts apart with a rip of the Velcro and eases her small hand inside, grabbing hold of my thickness, giving it a slight squeeze—just enough to make me crazy with anticipation—and leans her head in. I shudder when her breath sweeps over my tip and then she places it on her wet tongue. “I never did tell you how I like it, but I don’t think I need to. What you’re doing is perfect.”

She hums out a laugh and it excites me even more. I place my hand on the back of her head and push her forward. She gasps for breath and I ease up and let her take in some air. She does, adjusting to my silent demands. She doesn’t take me deep, she obviously can’t, so I let her do it her way and just enjoy the soft sucking, the lap of her tongue along my shaft when she pulls back, and then the teasing dance her tongue performs on the tip of my cock.

I’ve had girls who can take my c**k all the way to my balls, but Grace’s mouth makes me feel like I’m being worshiped. She wants to please me and I want to please her, so I grab her hair roughly and pull her head back. She gasps, saliva dripping out of her mouth as she looks up at me and waits for my decision.

“Stand up.”

She stands, never taking her eyes off me.

I pull her by the hair and take her over to a tree. She’s holding up her bikini bottoms with her fingertips, desperately trying to keep them from falling. I push her face first into the trunk. “Put your hands above your head and don’t move.” I wish I’d come better prepared—I’d tie her hands to the nearest bough and force her into a new limit. I realize I want to do this so she’ll talk to me about it. So we can discuss how far I can go with the rope. Has conversation always been this erotic to me? Have I ever talked to the subs about it before?

Later, Asher.

I reach around and grab her br**sts. They are not huge, but they are not small either. They fill my large hands and I squeeze them until she whimpers, then squeeze harder until she squeals. “Shhh, girl. The people are nearby. If you want to remain hidden, you’ll be quiet.” She is immediately silent. One hand dips down between her legs to assess her level of excitement. She’s practically dripping. “You do realize now that I know your aversion to public f**king, we will absolutely be doing it in public every chance we get?”

“Yes, Master,” she says obediently.

I want to ask her how real that is, but not now. Later. It will be a fun conversation for later.

I push my dick against her ass and she tenses up. I’m not going to f**k her in the ass now, there’s no way she can stay quiet through that. But I want her to wonder. I want to see if she’ll stop me.

My fingers drag her own wetness back to her ass**le and I rub my tip of my c**k back and forth against her clenched pucker. “Relax,” I whisper into her neck. “Trust me.”

It takes her almost a minute of this ass play before she relaxes and that’s when I slip my dick right up into her slick pu**y.

“Ohh.” She starts moaning, but I cup a hand over her mouth and look through the trees to see if anyone heard her. I’m not against public f**king, but the weekend of my sister’s wedding is really not the time or place. “Quiet, girl. You’re calling attention to our erotic tryst.” I pump into her slowly. In, as far in as I can go, then out. Withdrawing so slowly she gets impatient and tries to push back against me to make me pick up the pace. I pinch her nipple for that. “You don’t get to decide how fast I f**k you, girl. You only get to accept my decisions or tell me to stop. That’s it.”

“I want to come,” she whispers in her ragged breath. “Please, please, please. I really want to come.”

“I want you to come, Grace.” I wince at the name mixup. I don’t want to confuse her. “Girl,” I correct myself. “I want you to come, but I want to come first and I want to come inside you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she pants out.

I take that as permission. She barely has the words out before I let go. My release pulses through my cock, spilling inside her as she tries to stop her moaning, but fails completely. I cup my hand over her mouth and her hot breath only makes me groan with her. I want to come in her mouth so bad. But not yet. If she’s never done it, it needs to be something special.

The last lingering spasms finish and I remove my hand from her mouth. “Your turn now, Grace. Lie down on the ground and open your legs.”

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