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“Like it plenty,” Tom interrupted her. “I’m wondering why
you aren’t charging more. If you’re planning on trying to rob me after you’re
done, you’re out of luck. I brought enough for one drink and one fuck.”

She dropped her hands to her side. “You think I’m
undercharging?”

Tom frowned, trying to understand why she looked amused all
of a sudden. “Unless there’s something wrong that I’m not seeing, yes.”

She shook her head and ran her fingers over Tom’s short,
thick hair. “You have some sweet under all that dirt, don’t you? I’m just out
of practice. I don’t overcharge men, so if we finish and you think I’m worth
it, you can pay me the full thirty-five credits. So, what would make you want
to pay full price for someone who is a little rusty?”

Tom reached up and unbuttoned two of her buttons so he could
reach up inside her shirt more easily. He spent a second feeling her skin under
his hands. He knew what he wanted, but he rarely made a connection with a doxy
that made him feel safe enough to ask for it. However, this was the sort of
place where a woman would think twice before taking advantage because the sort
of men who came here wouldn’t go looking to the law to get justice. They’d get
their own revenge. And this woman didn’t seem the sort to start any trouble,
although he figured she could end it.

“I don’t want to do anything,” Tom whispered. He ran his
hands up under her shirt until his thumbs slipped under her bra and between her
breasts. “I don’t want to think about what’s right or what’s going to piss you
off. I want to lay there and let you do the work—tell me what you want so I
don’t have to play any guessing games.” His fingers slid under her bra so that
he could feel her soft breasts under his hands. He gently kneaded the flesh,
pushing the bra up and out of his way. She let him explore the texture of her
nipples and the softness of her skin. Her breasts were heavy in his hands, and
his fingers found a tiny scar that ran below her left breast.

Tom didn’t get to touch women often, so he closed his eyes
and let his large hands map every inch he could reach. Her skin was heating
under his hands, and she stroked his hair with long, talented fingers until she
finally reached down to unbutton her shirt. Tom leaned forward, eager to see if
she was as beautiful as she felt.

She shrugged her shirt off and Tom could see two heavy
breasts with large nipples. He looked up at her while she unfastened her bra
and tossed it to the side. “Go on, taste,” she encouraged him. Tom let his
hands slip around her so he could pull her close, and then he ran his tongue
over the edge of a nipple before blowing over the damp skin. It pebbled up
before he sucked it into his mouth. She gasped and arched her back, her fingers
digging into his shoulders. Tom sucked harder and ran his hands down her back
to her ass. Pulling her close, he buried his face in her, smelling her skin and
feeling the warmth from her soak into him.

“Oh gods, yes.” She cupped the back of his head, holding him
close. Tom turned his head and caught the other nipple, sucking it more gently
now. The woman ran her hands over Tom’s shoulders. Without taking his mouth
from her breast, Tom reached down and carefully unbuttoned her pants, slipping
the zipper down so he could reach inside.

He slipped a finger between her legs and found the small
fold that hid the clit. Pushing his finger farther in, he felt his finger
suddenly slide as he found her moisture. Then he pulled back and rubbed his
damp finger against her clit, feeling it harden into a little pea. His cock
started to ache as he listened to the happy little sounds she was making now.

“No more teasing,” she finally gasped. Tom’s cock was so
hard that it was aching inside his pants, but he was working hard to focus on
her.

“On your back,” she said. Tom nodded and then moved back
onto the bed. She walked to the end of the bed and Tom settled himself in the
center and watched her. She reached out and ran a hand up his workpants and
then rested it on his boot while she studied him. Tom waited. She unclipped
each boot fastening and then pulled them off. One sock had sprung a hole, and
she took a second to tickle the toe that was sticking out before she pulled
them off too. However, she left his jeans on as she crawled up the bed and
straddled him, her pants still open so that he could see the dark blonde curls
that hid her folds. He loved the way a woman felt…her curves and the way she
smelled of musk and salt when she was really worked up.

“You are a beautiful man,” she said, running hands over
Tom’s chest before she gave one nipple a quick pinch. Tom gasped and fisted the
bedspread.

“Strong, not beautiful,” he corrected her.

“I’ve seen Greek statues that would have envied your muscles.”
She ran her hands down to his stomach, scraping her nails over his skin just
hard enough to leave eight faint white trails that turned red and made Tom’s
whole chest hot. It felt so damn good.

“So, I’m wondering if you’re feeling adventurous.” Tom looked
up at her suspiciously. She gave him a wicked smile before rolling away and off
the bed. “Now if you don’t want to play my little game, that’s okay too,
sweetie.” She went to the cupboard and when she turned around, she had metal
shackles in her hand.

Tom sucked in a breath and pushed himself up on one elbow.
“Only if you want,” she said, but she walked toward him without waiting for an
answer. When she stopped near the bed, Tom could see they were the heavy duty
style shackles that used industrial magnets to lock tightly. She brought the
cold metal down to run over his arm, and Tom’s skin turned to gooseflesh. So
many of his fantasies included something like those shackles, something just as
strong as Tom that could keep him from doing something stupid. If he were
shackled, he wouldn’t have to worry about right or wrong or good or bad because
the choice wasn’t his.

He didn’t comment as she wrapped the strap around his wrist
and then picked up the controller unit. A quick surge and the polarity reversed
in one side, and the magnets held the two sides of the strap together so firmly
that Tom would never be able to break it. The strap was attached to a short
chain that had a disk on the end. Leaning down, she gave Tom a quick kiss
before she moved the disk to the wall and then used the small controller to
send another pulse.

After a second, Tom gave a tentative pull before really
trying to jerk his hand free. His arm muscles bulged and strained, but the
restraint held. No human could break a magnetic lock, not even a
genta
could, and Tom watched silently as she picked up the controller and the second
shackle and walked to the other side of the bed. She gave him another kiss
before locking his second wrist to the wall.

“You are so very beautiful all laid out like a buffet for me
to enjoy.” She turned around and walked back to the closet to put the
controller back in. “And this is one feast that really is all for me.” She
turned back around and pushed her pants to the ground before stepping out of
them. “No strip teases, just you pleasing me. Isn’t that right?”

Tom nodded. Fuck, she was good. He could feel his balls draw
up as his body threatened to come right there in his pants as she walked back
to the bed. “Yeah.”

She ran her hands down over her stomach and reached between
her legs. “You did a good job earlier, but I bet your tongue is even better
than your fingers, isn’t it?”

“Hell yeah,” Tom agreed. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly
dry. She ran her fingernails over his chest again, four white trails marking her
path, and Tom groaned as one of her nails ran right over the edge of his
nipple. Warmth spread from the trails, a slow fire that made him squirm and
wish he’d worn bigger pants. She straddled him, her knees on either side of his
chest so that he looked up at her rounded figure and her curled bush, fisting
his hands because he couldn’t touch now. For a half second, he considered
asking her to cut him loose so he could feel her skin under his palms. He
wanted to run his thumbs over her clit until it hardened under his touch, but
she slid forward, her knees landing on either side of his head.

“I could get used to this.” She smiled down at him and he
could smell her musk. She wasn’t faking this for him. When she wiggled a little
closer, Tom tilted his head up so that he could bury his face in her warm cunny
and reach her clit with his tongue. She gasped and shifted closer so that he
could reach more. Tom happily ran his tongue up between the inner lips, seeking
the hot, hard clit.

She was breathing faster now and Tom sucked gently. With a
cry, she pressed herself down onto his face and for a half second, Tom couldn’t
breathe. Tilting his neck back, he sucked in musky air through his nose and
then focused on sucking harder, using the end of his tongue to press into her
clit before opening his mouth and thrusting his tongue deep into her cunny. She
was making little mewling sounds now and Tom tried to make her cry out louder.
He sucked harder and then softer. He worked the clit one second and then sucked
gently at one of her inner lips. He reverently licked the clitoral hood and
then buried his whole face in her pussy. Every change brought new cries until
she was rocking against his face and his neck was burning—the muscles straining
to hold the uncomfortable position.

“Oh God. Shit. I need more.” She sounded desperate and Tom
sucked as hard as he could, but she pulled away, leaving him feeling cold and
exposed. For a second, she leaned down, her hands braced on his chest as she
gulped air. “Oh my God you’re good. I say that to a lot of men, but honey, I
have rarely ever meant it this much.” She fumbled at his pants, her hands
rushing so much that Tom was a little worried about her damaging his equipment.
But then she got the zipper down and went to the foot of the bed to pull his
jeans off.

“Well damn.” For a second she stood looking at him.

“I ain’t too big, am I?” Tom had been with a couple of women
who’d backed out when they’d seen his cock, but doxies were usually fine with
him.

“No, you’re definitely not.” She moved closer and ran a
finger up the underside of his engorged cock. Tom cried out, twisting in his
chains, but he couldn’t get free.

“You do that again and this is going to be over quicker than
either of us want,” Tom said, his teeth clenched.

“Oh I think I can keep you going for quite a while.” She
patted him on the leg, and then, without warning, she ripped out a hair from
his balls.

“Fuck! What the fuck did you do that for?” Tom bellowed,
yanking the restraints so hard that he could feel his wrists pop like an
overstretched knuckle.

“To take the edge off. I want to ride you for a good long
time,” she said without apology. Tom settled back down on the pillow. Yeah, he
would have rather avoided that bit of pain, but she was right that he did need
something to cool him off some before he came like some school boy.

“Some warning would’ve been nice.”

“I never promised to be nice to you.” Leaning down, she ran
her teeth along the inside of his thigh, and Tom tried hard to think of unsexy
things before she had to repeat her trick just to keep him from coming
prematurely. “Most men who have big muscles are trying to compensate for
something, but you do not have anything to compensate for, do you?”

“Not in bed, I don’t,” Tom agreed. She smiled at him and
walked back to the cabinet where she took out a vaginal guard applier. Slipping
the silver tube between her legs, she hit the button and then wiggled some
while the seal settled in.

“I’m going to be the judge of that and a very happy judge at
that,” she said. Pulling out oil, she put several drops in her hand and then
rubbed them together. “I think I want a good close look at what you have to
offer.” With another of her wicked smiles, she walked over and started running
her hands around his balls, weighing them in her hand and squeezing gently. All
Tom could do was throw his legs open. He wanted her to finish soon because he
wanted to come, but he would be even happier if she kept him all night,
punishing him with this slow, seductive torture. She ran her oiled hands up the
shaft of his cock, squeezing just tight enough to make his eyes water.

Tom was about incoherent by the time she finally got up on
the bed and straddled him. Holding his cock, she lined herself up and then
slowly sank down. “God, yes. Shit. It has been too damn long since I had a
truly good fuck.” Tom was almost shaking from trying to hold still, but now she
leaned down, her oiled hands resting on his chest as she sat impaled on his
cock. Her blue eyes had darkened and Tom wanted to watch her come. He wanted to
see her face twist with pleasure and her body jerk out of control. However,
this was her game, and he forced himself to stay still as she studied him.

“How about you give me a ride? I grew up riding broncos and
I’m feeling nostalgic,” she whispered. Tom blew out a breath loudly, relieved
to know exactly what she wanted.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. Digging his heels into the mattress,
he braced his hands against the wall. “The lady gets what the lady wants.” Tom
thrust up carefully, watching her face. She looked almost disappointed, so the
second time, he thrust harder. The angle was awkward and she was heavy enough
to make it hard to lift without help, but she didn’t help. She let her weight
fall totally onto him, which drove his cock deep into her pussy. Tom wasn’t one
to disappoint a woman. If she wanted a ride, he could do that.

Without warning, his third attempt rammed her a good foot
into the air and she squealed…a noise he hadn’t expected from her, but that
made it all the better. He dropped back down to the bed, his cock finally
pulling out before she settled back down on him, mimicking the thrusting that
he wanted so very badly. The second her full weight met his, he bucked again,
throwing her up so hard she had to brace her hands on his chest. That shifted
the weight and Tom thrust wildly, his cock plunging deep into her tight hole
with every thrust up and pulling back as he let his hips fall to the bed.