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" He brought my left hand above my head and held it there with his, kissing me harder, my head pressing into the pillow now.
It was a bit of an oxymoron that as a Dom, I found myself willing to submit to whatever she needed to reach ultimate pleasure. And in a strange way, that itself was the power trip.
I was still panting when he moved his mouth to kiss me in the valley between my breasts.
Reaching up, I slid one hand behind his neck, drawing him to me. When our lips were only an inch apart, I murmured, "Yes.
But I closed my eyes when he moved within me again.
When I tried to twist away, he returned to my breasts. Over and over again, we played that game.