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as was the rest of his touch.

He moved his lips up near my ear, his hands cupping my breasts. I pushed down his pants, feeling how hard he was as my hands slid over him. "I know you, Eugenie. I know what you want ... and here? You want me in control. Really, those wounds you insist on keeping are all that are stopping me from throwing you against the wall or the bed."

The rest of our clothes fell off, piece by piece, while we still attempted some sort of debate. "Guess you're not as in control as you think," I said. We were pressed together, bare skin against bare skin. We managed to stay wrapped up with each other as we moved toward the bed.

His hands slid up over my breasts, lingering briefly on my nipples. Then - again avoiding any wounded areas - he gripped my shoulders, and I expected him to throw me onto the bed anyway. Instead, he pushed me down onto my knees, so that my back was barely an inch from the bed, and he stood right in front of me. The tip of his huge swelling erection was right against my lips, just like the last time we'd been together, save that I'd been on my back then.

"I still have the control. I can make you do all sorts of things," he murmured. "Now, are you going to do this on your own? Or will I have to make you?"

There was no coercion needed. I parted my lips and took him into my mouth. Just like the last time we'd had sex, he felt so large and long that I could barely fit him as I sucked and slid my lips along that shaft. He realized I was holding back and tsked disapproval.

"You can do better than that." His hands were tangled in my hair, and he pulled my head closer, forcing more of him into me, more than I thought I could take as I felt him touch the back of my throat. "More ..." he breathed. "Take more ... or I'll make you...."

I increased my speed and intensity as I took him into my mouth over and over. It was as much as I could do, and he knew it, but that didn't matter. This was a game, a game of power. Deciding where I went and who I fought? No. He couldn't do that. But here? He could play master.

"Still not good enough," he said. He took over from me, and just as he had last time, he thrust into my mouth as steadily and hard as he might have my thighs. His hold on my hair tipped my face up and made me look into his eyes, just as I was forced to take as much of him into my mouth as he chose.

"I wish we'd done this downstairs. Should have taken you ... the instant you walked into the room ..." He still had that smooth, controlling tone to his voice, but it was cracking a little as the pleasure of this began to take over. "I wish the whole court could see this. You're so beautiful ... so beautiful with your mouth full of me ... more beautiful still when I pour my seed into you ..."

I shivered, making a small groan of desire. He was pumping harder now, almost uncomfortably so for me, yet it was giving me a thrill of my own.

"That was ... what you ... wanted, wasn't it? Last time?" His voice was low and strained, his whole body suddenly tensing. "This?"

He came, and warm liquid exploded in my mouth. Although he slowed, he still continued sliding in and out as he released himself into me. Then, he pulled out, finishing his orgasm and spilling onto my lips and breasts. I coughed slightly, and he slid a finger across my lips.

"Swallow," he hissed. "Swallow it all."

I did, surprised that he'd been able to come so much both in my mouth and on me. The finger toying with my lip slid along my face and down to my breasts, rubbing in his semen. When his finger returned to my lips, I knew what he wanted. I took it into my mouth and licked his finger, sucking on it until there was nothing left.

Smiling he helped me up to the bed and laid me down on my side, where he continued massaging my sticky breasts.

"Wasteful," he said at last. I knew what a big concession