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That soft, soothing voice held steel beneath the velvet now.

"You can, and you will answer me, girl," he corrected. I swallowed hard, knowing I had lost.
I hesitated a moment longer and felt those same gloved fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back, gently, but still just a little twinge of discomfort.

"Yes..." I gasped, "yes, a little pain mixed with the pleasure will undo me, Sir." Some unnamed mixture of fear, desire, and excitement flickered through me as I felt his other hand cup my breast, the first finger and thumb closing on my already hard nipple just a tad harder than gently. My body turned traiter to my mind and arched forward, wordlessly begging for more.

"Very nice!" he whispered in my ear. He never lessend his grip on my hair, holding my head tilted back while his other hand carressed me. The pulse between my thighs quickened, heating me despite the cool air on my skin.