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 Does that feel good?
 Yes, sir!
 Am I hurting your knee?
 No! No... No, don t stop.
He pushed off my pajama bottoms and put his hand on the inside of my thigh, parting my
legs, his fingers going right to my clit, then deeper into my pussy. I was already wet and hot for
him.
 Am I hurting your knee? he whispered again.
I made a helpless noise of denial. His fingers left me, and I watched in fascination as
lowered his mouth to my pussy. Oh, my God. I moaned under the manipulations of his talented
tongue. He brushed his lips against my clit with a sensuous skill that had me trembling. I had
never enjoyed receiving oral before. When Joe had gone down on me, it felt so submissive on his
part that it wasn t sexy at all. The way Matthew did it, there was no question he was in charge.
He held my thighs hard and had his way with me. Just as I reached the point of climax, begging
for release, he stopped. He only smiled at my frustrated wail, looking down at me with those
piercing, intent eyes. When I returned from the brink, he started all over, and did it again. And
again.
 Tell me if it hurts... he whispered. Sadist.
I urged him on with a moan. Finally, when I thought I would die from the hot ache of my
unsatisfied passions, he gave me permission to come. He held my hips and pressed his tongue
against me, licking all the way up my slit, before sucking my clit between his teeth and nipping
it. It felt like he was eating me alive. I was the prey, caught and consumed by the predator. I
almost screamed with the force of the orgasm that overtook me.
Afterward he licked and caressed my now sensitive pussy until I begged him to stop. When
he finished tormenting me, he licked all the way up my belly and breasts and then licked right up
my cheeks to my eyes. He rubbed his rough cheek against me and whispered against my temple.
 Do you have condoms here?
 Yes.
 Where?
 In the bathroom, in the drawer.
Again, after he d been to the bathroom drawer, and rolled a condom onto his cock, and
pushed inside me, again he whispered,  Tell me if it hurts.
Tell me if it hurts. It didn t occur to me later how ironic it was for Matthew to so persistently
protect me from hurt. He cradled me, half fucking me, half coddling me, hard and soft, until I
shuddered under him and came on waves of endless, unfocused pleasure. I was fuzzy and
helpless, in deep, deep submission to him. Afterward, I couldn t look in his eyes. I felt so much
love for him, with his ice cream and his tender caring whispering fuck. Instead, I hid my face in
his neck, and he let me. He didn t turn away or push me from him, just held me close and still.
 You know, I finally said against his skin, trying not to tremble.  You can be really gentle.
I never suspected.
 Strange, huh? He took his condom off and tossed it away, then lay back beside me. I
looked at him and wondered how he d come to be the man that he was, wondered that he had this
tender, nurturing side he d never shown me before. I was unbalanced by it, and yet fascinated.
The rules that ordered our world were suddenly undefined there in my bed, and I took advantage,
trying to draw him out at the same time I was afraid of what I d learn.
 Did you used to be gentle, always? Before you got into rough sex?
 Rough sex? Is that what we have?
 Isn t it?
 Because I restrain you? Because I beat your ass?
 Because you beat my ass hard and often.
He laughed.  Well, then, I ve always liked rough sex. But sometimes I like gentle sex. It s
like...my kink. I laughed, and he smiled back, and so I kept on.
 When did you first spank a woman?
 Oh God. Long ago, when I was a teenager.
 I mean, serious spanking. Scenes like you do with me.
 Oh. Yeah. I was older. Late twenties probably, before I screwed up the courage to try it. I
was probably your age.
 Did you try it on a vanilla girl? Or you found a submissive?
 All these questions, Lucy. I hardly remember. I think I started very clumsily with a vanilla
girlfriend. I ve mostly just been with adventurous vanilla women. You re the first one I ve ever
met who s really into it like me. And you, you were vanilla before you met me.
 Yes.
 A closet submissive.
 I guess.
 Fortunate for me. I got to train you up from scratch, just as I like you.
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