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under his roof. As soon as possible. He could see that a few stolen weekends, here and there, was not
going to cut it for long.
But Maura had an independent streak a mile wide, and Simon didn t want to truly crush it, but
rather curb it to his will. He would have to continue to proceed delicately, lest she bolt and run . . . not
that he would have any compunction at all, after this weekend especially, about hunting her down and
dragging her back to his cave. Nope. No qualms whatsoever.
Maura didn t like the look in his eye . . . he looked more determined than she d ever seen him, and
his grin was almost demonic.
And he still hadn t let her go.
He didn t even look like he was thinking about letting her go. He looked like he was thinking of
eating her whole, forget the fava beans and Chianti.
But instead what he did was latch onto her throbbing, aching nipple and suckle hard, biting and
chewing avidly while his hand reached down and tapped on the inside of her near thigh. It was in the back
of Maura s mind to play stupid, but then she accidentally rubbed her bottom against the sheets and
started at the burning sensation that small movement caused.
So she did as he commanded, not really wanting to, but then the thought struck her that that
was, indeed, the essence of submission  doing what you were told regardless of your own feelings about
doing it.
 More, he mumbled, keeping her nipple trapped painfully between his teeth, moving his lips only
enough to brush his mustache against her until she had spread herself wide enough for his tastes.  Good
girl.
Those rough fingers sought and found what they wanted as if they d made this trek thousands of
times before instead of only once, sliding down to dip themselves into her still gushing opening, then back
up to rub with gentle insistence over the center of her pleasure, bringing her to the very edge again with
incredible ease, making her squirm and groan to the tune he called.
He almost told her that she had to wait for permission to come, but then he decided against it,
just because he wanted to be able to watch everything about her as she orgasmed, and, seconds later, he
did  he saw her totally lose control, her face scrunched, growling and groaning loud and low as she
arched and bucked against his hand. He would not be dislodged, however, and forced her to ride the
whole thing out at the behest of his fingers, jerking and jumping spasmodically at the end until he leaned
down and kissed her, then reached up and let her go.
Maura was too exhausted, too wrung out to move her arms for a very long time, despite the fact
that she had been struggling the whole time to be able to do that very thing. When she did, her shoulders
hurt a little at first, but Simon saw her grimace and immediately began to massage her.
Somehow feeling . . . almost disconnected from the situation  and certainly from the man who
had touched her so intimately and brought her such indescribable pain and ecstasy, yet who professed no
particular feelings towards her beyond wanting to spank and control her  Maura got up and went into
the bathroom, closing the door behind her and sitting on the pot mechanically to pee.
She got up, washed her hands meticulously, then stared at herself in the mirror for a moment,
wondering what the hell she was doing here. She d never been one to sleep around, no matter how horny
she got. She could always take care of herself in that department, better than most men, she d thought
sarcastically. Simon, though, had been pretty much irresistible from the beginning.
But neither of them had professed any great love, or any depth of feeling whatsoever. It was
entirely unlike her to be in a hotel room with a man who was, in essence a stranger that she had happened
to hook up with on the Net who shared her predilection for bondage and discipline.
Was she crazy? Had being alone for so long driven her to these lengths just to get laid?
All of a sudden, it was just too much for her, and as she watched in the unforgivingly harsh glare
of the mirror, her eyes filled to overflowing with tears that trickled down her cheeks, and she began to sob,
absently turning on both the fan and the water, hoping to drown out the sounds of her sorrow, knowing
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she couldn t explain how she was feeling to him and not wanting him to come barging in, asking
unnecessary questions.
However Simon, who had rolled onto his back and was lying with an arm over his eyes, pretty
much mind-numbingly sated and almost eerily content with how things were going so far, had been
blessed with exceptionally keen hearing, especially in the upper ranges. He ignored the first squeak,
putting it down to the usual vagaries of hotel heating systems, but then he heard it again, slightly louder,
and much more plaintive, and there was no mistaking where that sound came from: a crying woman.
In a flash, he was knocking on the door, his hand already testing the knob. Locked, of course, not
that that would be much of a deterrent. He wrapped his knuckles loudly.  Maura? Are you all right? He d
already decided that if she sounded distressed in the slightest, that he was going to bust the door down.
He could barely detect some sniffling, and then a weak, teary, and highly questionable,  I m fine.
Since it didn t sound like she was doing anything but crying, he decided to give her the chance to
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