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Submit."That word, god, that word. I'd heard him use it with the girls. Whentold it they where to bend over at a 90 degree angle, clasp their handsin the small of their back, lift their face up, and... wait. It mightmean punishment, it might mean oral sex either given or received, itmight mean penetration. The whole point was for the woman to be open toanything, to be vulnerable. It had never been used to me, not even byAlexandra.Yet here he had just said it, to me."No... please sir. That's not... I'm not... no..."His two big hands grasped me very gently at the hips and tipped meforward. "Submit, you have no choice." The words were soft, almost agrowl. Even as I said, "No... please... I'll leave..." I was bending forward.What was I doing? I couldn't let this happen?" Yet I found my wristsgathered into one of his large paws even as my face rested on the coldhard wood of the sideboard. My skirt was flipped up, my knickers gentlyrolled down. "Please sir... I'm not gay... I. I circle the overstuffed recliner slowly, running my pointer finger along the top of it as I said, “Did you miss me? Because I missed you so much, baby.” I stopped in front of the recliner and took a deliberately lengthy step back. Like I had all the time in the world, I leisurely removed my blouse and slipped out of my jeans. I started swaying back and forth. Lane loved to watch me dance and I found our little ritual, me undressing and dancing for him, a fun form or foreplay. I wiggled my hips, rolling them and shaking my ass. Like I had done a dozen times, I wriggled from my panties and threw them at Lane. I giggled and blushed. I could feel his gaze move from my eyes, to my toes, and then slowly back up. I undid the latch on my bra and shimmied out of it, my giggle intensifying to a laugh. Lane didn’t laugh, and I was instantly quiet. I knew what he wanted. He wanted the teasing to stop and the fucking to start. “Do you want me?” I asked, too impatient to wait for his answer. I.
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