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pain, throwing her head back. He pinched harder, harder still, until her nipples
burned. She reached back to clutch his thighs, and he pressed her forward on the
bed, driving into her with deep, urgent strokes.
 Come for me, baby. Come now. I want to feel you come with my cock in your
ass.
More pain. Fingers ravaging her and his cock pinning her to the bed. He
shuddered against her, awesome masculine power.  Come, damn you, he groaned
as he bucked through his orgasm. His mastery, his sadistic tenderness all coalesced
into a shattering climax that turned her inside out. She bit into the comforter as her
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whole pelvis clenched and contracted in a mind-bending squeeze. He hissed as she
scratched him, and pressed harder into her ass. The orgasm peaked in a luscious
vibration of contentment and left her breathless and limp.
After that they lay still together, her feet dangling off the floor. Every so often
he moved in her, just resting in her ass. Finally he withdrew, turned her over, and
kissed her, then nuzzled her jaw with his rough cheek.
 Again, he said.
* * *
They never did get out to dinner that night, which was fine with Wednesday.
They ended up at Daniel s house in his big whirlpool bathtub, eating takeout in the
nude.
 I like this better, she said.  Better than going out with you.
 Do you? But I like to take you out. I like showing you off to everybody.
 I m just as happy here. I like this, relaxing with you.
 Move in with me, then.
She choked on her lo mein.
 If you like this, he said,  move in with me. We could do this all the time.
Every day. Every hour.
Wednesday held her tongue. There was nothing she could say that wouldn t
sound mean. All the time? I don t think I want you taking over my life. I don t want
to always have you all over me, even though I like it once in a while. She felt a
sudden urge to run away from him, as far as she could go. Moving in? Every day.
Every hour.
 The water s cold, she said.  I m getting out.
He grabbed her ankle. His fingers felt like shackles.
 I m cold, Daniel. Do you mind?
 Yes, I mind. Why won t you even consider it?
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 I will consider it. Later. You want me to move in. I get it, okay? I don t feel
like deciding right now. Is that okay with you, Master? She said Master way too
sarcastically, but her mouth was on overdrive. She yanked her leg again, trying to
pull away, but he only tightened his grip. Every day. Every hour. Oh my God.
 Are you in a mood, Wednesday?
 Maybe. Can t I be in a mood? Do I need permission from you now to be in a
mood?
 I think it s a little provocative when you re in a mood.
Her answer to that was to pull away even harder, but that only seemed to
drive him on. He clamped his hand around her calf like a vise.
 I ll let go of your fucking leg when I m good and ready, so you just simmer
down and stand still.
She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the wall until he finally
released her. She didn t know why his offer angered her so much. She should want
to move in with her lover, shouldn t she?
She wasn t really angry. She was afraid.
She lunged for a towel, wanting to cover herself, wanting to get away from
him, but he was right behind her. She bolted, stalking into his bedroom while he
followed on her heels. God, couldn t he see she needed some fucking space? When he
reached for her again, she batted his hand away.  I wish you d stop pawing at me all
the time.
 I ll paw every fucking inch of your body, he said, pulling the towel away from
her before she could think to grab it back.  And up inside it too if I want.
 You re so fucking crass. Give me the towel.
He was on her in an instant, pushing her back on the bed. She tried to squirm
away. He was still wet, his dewy bronze skin sliding across hers and his fur wet
against her breasts. He tilted her chin up, but she stubbornly refused to meet his
eyes.
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 If you want to scrap, lover, we ll bypass the sex and go straight to the
beatdown. Is that what you want?
 No, that s what you want. I want to go home. I m so fucking tired of your
hands all over me. You re like some hyperactive, oversexed octopus! she yelled in
his face. She tried harder to get away from him, but the harder she tried, the more
firmly he held her down. His mouth was set in a stubborn line. She wasn t going
anywhere until he decided to let her.
 Shh, shh now. He used one hand to brush back an errant lock of her hair, the
tender gesture at odds with the rough way he subdued her.  Settle down before you
say something you re going to regret, baby.
 I m not your baby, she said through clenched teeth.
 You re my baby.
 I am not! He thought this was funny, but some guarded place in her heart
felt threatened.  Let me go! I don t want to play these fucking games.
 I m not into play, Wednesday. You know that.
 I m serious. I m not in the mood for this tonight! Don t you understand that?
He was obscenely hard by this point. He pressed his raging erection against
the juncture of her thighs, and she hated the surge of hotness that flooded her
pussy.
 What are you in the mood for, then, lover? His voice was a silken threat. He
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