Dana's hands rested in her lap.

Her big blue eyes flickered upwards to stare at Max's face, which was shadowed in dark.

But she could still see the lines of tension etched there, and the way his amber eyes seemed to

glint from an invisible unseen light. Present yourself to me, Dana, he said softly. His voice had that

stern, calm tone that Dana responded to so much. She put her hands behind her head and spread her legs. She was completely

naked, and her nipples tightened almost instantly at Max's command. It had been weeks since she'd

seen her dom, and now all the familiar feelings had come rushing back. Her pussy was already wet, with sticky

strings dripping down from her folds and attaching to her inner thighs.

Good girl. Dana swallowed hard. She watched as Max walked away for a moment, her heart pounding at her chest.

She wasn't sure what was coming next.

Would it be the riding crop?

Would it be hot wax?

With Max, she was always left in suspense.

When he returned, he stood behind Dana and tapped her hands, indicating for her to put them down

again. Then he slid a soft strap around her head and a thick leather ring appeared in front of

her lips. Open, ordered Max. Dana obeyed. She spread apart her lips, allowing Max to slip the ring inside, keeping her mouth spread open.

She made a muffled, wet sound from deep in her throat, as Max moved in front of her, looking quite pleased at Dana's new accessory.

He slipped two fingers into her mouth, moving them over her tongue.

"'You look gorgeous,' he said quietly, brushing her hair with his free hand.

"'Gorgeous as usual, doll.'

Dana moaned something in appreciative response, although her words weren't clear.

Max unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and Dana's eyes widened. She wanted it desperately.

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