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He guided her with his hand at the base of her neck until his erection touched the back of her throat.

She inhaled through her nose as she stared up at him and opened her throat to him.

He hummed his approval as he sank deeper into her mouth.

When he seemed sure of her comfort level, he pulled her away from his cock and thrust forcefully into her mouth again. His speed increased and soon he was fucking her face. She worked to keep up with the speed at which he shoved in and out, bobbing her head to meet each thrust.

Drool slid down her chin as she sucked him off. Brazenly, she lifted a hand and jerked his pants and underwear further down so she could cup his balls in her palm.

His eyes narrowed and he pulled free. "Naughty girl. I didn't give you permission to touch me."

Fire filled her belly and she gave his balls a gentle squeeze in defiance.

He stepped out of her reach and buttoned his pants again.

She pouted. Something she knew would piss him off.

It worked and he dropped to one knee in front of her, wrapping a hand around her throat.

"Still fighting it are you?" he murmured in her ear.

She pulled away from his hot breath, but his grip tightened, cutting off her breath just enough to get her attention.

"Strip." he ordered, stepping back.

Her eyes went wild and she didn't move.

Lance stepped to his bag and came back with a pair of safety shears that were usually used to cut rope in emergencies.

"Strip or I'll do it for you, and you won't be able to wear this outfit ever again. Do you want to help Simon shut down while you’re naked, kitten? Because I'll make you."

Would he really do that? She wasn't sure so she stared back at him. Testing his resolve.

He shook his head and grabbed a fistful of the black top she wore. Shock and pure lust filled her as the safety shears made quick work of the fabric. But because she had no desire to find herself cleaning up the bar stark naked later, she jumped up.

"Fine. I'll do it," she breathed, shucking her skirt and bra before he could attack them with the scissors. When she was naked, he ordered her to lay on the ground. The area they were playing in was padded with foam like squares and though she was sure they'd been sterilized, she didn't like the idea of laying down on the floor. But she did it anyway, because the look in Lance's eyes said he would wrestle her to the ground if he had to.

When she was lying on her back, he walked around her, examining every inch of her. When he stood at her feet, he roughly kicked her legs open with his boots. God those boots. If he pressed one against her slick pussy as he had done many times in the past, she would come in an instant. She whimpered at the very thought as cool air fluttered across her damp folds.

"Fucking hot," he murmured just loud enough for her to hear him over the music.

Then he walked back to his toy bag. When he returned, he handed her a vibrator.

"Play with yourself," he ordered. "I want to see you come all over this floor."

He dropped to one knee next to her and lifted one foot, forcing her to bend her knee so her heel rested against her thigh. He bound her leg to her thigh in a quick and dirty knot she could easily escape from but they both knew she wouldn't. She wanted this.

"If you don't want me to get the flogger out and use it on your cunt, you'll start playing," he growled as he moved to the other side and made short work of tying her other ankle to her thigh.

Like this, she was spread wide and her clit throbbed against the exposure of the room.

Tentatively, she brought the vibrator to her pussy and fumbled for the on switch.

It sprang to life and sent a jolt through her body. When her bound legs tried to fall closed, Lance was quick to kick them apart.

He stayed towering over her so she could see his stern expression as she played with herself. The orgasm loomed but didn't quite surface as she played.

"What's wrong kitten?" he crooned when he dropped to a kneeling position again and palmed her breast.

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