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my thighs again. This time I can feel him framing my sex with both hands, his thumbs poised to spread me
apart.
 Please&  I cannot bear to look, cannot bear to be in this vulnerable position while he takes his time
exploring me, claiming me.
 Are you wet for me, Lauren? he asks, in that same deep, quiet voice.  When I spread the lips of your
pussy will I find you slippery and hot and ready for my cock?
 I-I don t know, I gasp although I know perfectly well that he will. But there is no point in answering in
either the affirmative or the negative because he s going to check to be sure either way.
 Let s find out, he almost whispers, and then I feel him parting the lips of my sex, exposing my soft,
pink inner cunt to his probing gaze. I can feel his breath on me, hot and eager, as he leans forward to
take a closer look. My exposed clit throbs with need. I am utterly bare, completely open to him and
there is nothing I can do about it.
 So sweet, he murmurs and then, with no warning, I feel his mouth on me there. His tongue, wet and
hot and demanding is entering me, filling me, pressing inside me in a way that makes me need to scream. I
wriggle against him, unable to hold still, but his hands clamp down on my hips like an iron vise, holding
me in place. He takes his time, delving into me, exploring my wet depths as though we had all the time in
the world. I cry out. I can t help it, as he builds my desire, pushing me higher and higher towards the
peak. Just when I feel myself tipping over the edge, he withdraws his tongue and kisses me once, softly,
on my open sex.
 Delicious, my darling. Nothing could be better than eating your sweet little pussy& except perhaps
fucking it.
 Please&  I gasp, needing him so badly despite my fear. I am helpless on the bed before him, on my
hands and knees, legs spread wide, my sex open and defenseless. I don t know how he will take
me& sometimes he is gentle, using long, slow strokes to open my body, building my orgasm until the
pleasure overflows inside me. Sometimes he is harsh, forcing himself inside me, fucking deep and hard,
mastering me thoroughly with each deliciously rough thrust.
I feel him move behind me, I hear the rough purr of his zipper coming down. Then I feel the blunt head
of his cock, nudging against the opening of my unprotected sex. He parts my lips, swollen with desire for
him, and rubs the wide shaft slowly along the length of my slit, rubbing over my aching clit, not entering
me yet but teasing me getting himself wet enough to enter me.
 Please, I moan again. My hands are clenched in the red silk sheets, bunching the slippery material
between my fingers, bracing myself for his entry.
 You just can t wait, can you, Lauren? His voice is deep, almost a growl.  You need it so badly need
to be fucked& 
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She woke from the fever dream to see a pair of concerned blue eyes staring into her own.
 Damn it, Lauren, why didn t you tell me you were feeling weak? The angry words were belied by his
soft, concerned tone. A cool, damp towel was laid across her forehead, bringing a soothing relief from
the pounding heat that seemed to have taken over her skull.
 Din want you& t think&  m weak, she said, realizing she was slurring as she spoke. Maybe she d had
too much champagne. She d never been much of a drinker. She opened her eyes and realized they were
back in the luxurious bedroom and she was lying in the middle of the massive bed. The lights were dim
but even so she could see the look of worry crossing Kris usually stern features. His ice blue gaze was
almost soft.
 I m sorry, she whispered. On impulse she reached up with her unhurt arm and cupped the pale cheek
in her palm. Without looking away from her eyes, Kris turned his head slightly and pressed a gentle kiss
into the center of her palm, just as he had after their first dinner together at Le Jardin. Lauren felt a tremor
run though her belly at the feel of his lips against her skin. She tried to sit up but he held her in place easily
with one large hand.
 Lay still,Solnyshko . You re still not well. His free hand caressed her unhurt arm.
 I m fine, Lauren insisted although she felt anything but  It was just that& sceneon the stage that got to
me. She struggled to get up again, suddenly incensed as she remembered the horrible brutality she had
witnessed.  What ever happened to that man? Did he receive medical attention after the show?
Kris looked mildly amused.  If you had watched a little longer you might have seen that he was quite
well by the end of their little act.
 Quite well?Quite well? What the hell are you talking about, Kris? Injuries like that would take weeks,
even months to heal. She was so angry she felt dizzy.
He shook his head.  Not so. Did you not see her licking his back?
Lauren shuddered at the memory.  Did I see it? I feel like it s burned into the back of my eyes. I ll never
be able to forget it.
Kris frowned.  Yes, I suppose from a human perspective it would seem rather& shocking.
 Shocking? Kris, she flogged the skin off his back and then licked up his blood. It was hideous
repulsive.
His white face went very hard and still and he withdrew the hand that had been absently caressing her
arm.  Yes, I expect so. I suppose I cannot blame you for being repulsed. However, the act they were
putting on for our amusement was just that, an act. I assure you that the man is quite well as we speak.
Looking at his white face, Lauren understood that she had offended him somehow. But, damn it, she d
been plenty offended too, having to watch that sick spectacle these people considered  entertainment .
And how the hell could the man possibly be healed? She opened her mouth to ask but Kris was already
talking again.
 You re weak but not in any real danger. You need to rest. He sighed, running a hand through his fall of
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