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god, Bolt, please. I m so hot. I m burning alive. Don t just& don t you dare just leave me
like this.
 Are you hot? he taunted her in a murmuring whisper.  Really hot?
 Bolt! she cried.
 Show me where you re hot, Tavia. Spread your sex for me with your fingers. Put
your finger on your clit and show me where you re hot.
With a sobbing whimper of defeat, Tavia leaned back in the chair.
Bolt helped her widen her legs as his feral gaze strafed into her pussy.  Show me,
he coaxed in a voice heavy with dark undertones.
 You re a bastard, she sobbed.
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 Show me, he growled.
Her fingers hovered a moment over the thick lips of her sex. Slowly, she fingered
her labia apart and exposed her small, rosy nub. Bolt sucked in a hissing breath of
pleasure as she stroked her fingertip over her clit. She was so close that she shivered at
the contact of her own finger. Her head dropped back on the chair and she closed her
eyes as her finger slid down through her heated slot then up to her clitoris again. God,
she was hot! She could feel the heat pulsing out of her pussy and wafting against her
hands as she breathed.
 That s enough, he ordered abruptly. His voice was tight and strained.
She screamed when something blissfully cold pressed against her clitoris. Her eyes
flew open.  Bolt. What the 
 Does that feel good?
 Yes, but.
 It s just the hammer, Tavia. Just the cool, smooth, metal head of the hammer. I ll
stop if you ask me to.
The hammer s wide head covered her clit completely as he pressed firmly and
massaged her clitoris in a circular motion.  Hold on, baby doll. Hold on. Can you get
your legs a bit wider?
 Bolt, she whimpered as she moved her legs apart shamelessly wide, obscenely
wide.
Bolt pressed the hammerhead against her clit as he watched her pussy with
avaricious greed.
 Bolt, she moaned.  I m so& close.
 Hold on, he whispered.  Hold on, Tavia. I ll tell you when.
 I don t think I can wait, she warned between panting breaths that seared her
lungs.
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When the hammer stopped its cool circular motion, her gaze swung wildly to his
face. Waiting until he had her attention, Bolt turned the head of the hammer and drew
his tongue over the flat surface of the metal, drawing her taste into his mouth and
hollowing his cheeks around her flavor, obviously savoring the essence of her arousal.
 Now watch the hammer, he commanded as he returned the metal head between
her legs and pressed hard on her pulse. As Tavia watched him press the hammer
between the pouting lips of her sex, her vagina tightened a long instant in pleasure.
When the hammer moved again, he tapped the metal head quickly and gently against
the fleshy head of her clitoris. He stopped suddenly and she glanced at his face. His
expression was dark and feral as he grasped first one of her ankles then the other,
hurrying her feet onto the desk s edge behind him.
Kneeling between her splayed legs, he pressed the hammerhead hard again. Again,
her sex clenched for him. Slowly, he rotated the hammer around her clitoris. Pressure
built at the apex of her sex, deep inside her clutching vagina. Every time she thought
climax was imminent, he changed the position of the cool hammerhead, sliding it down
to her vulva and penetrating the rim of her wet entrance, returning it to tap
maddeningly at her clit, pressing hard over the entire top of the clitoris, rotating slowly.
 Fuck, he rasped,  you re spilling all over the chair. Hold on, he whispered in a
hoarse voice.  Hold on and I ll make it worth your while, Tavia. Just a little bit more
and I promise I ll shaft you. I ll fill you so full of cock, you ll scream. I promise,
sweetheart. Just hold on and I ll ride you so hard and so long you won t remember your
name.
In the end she was begging for it. Begging for the bright relief of climax, her feet
braced either side of his shoulders on the desk behind him, her knees falling wide as
she twisted in the chair, one very small inch away from orgasm.
 Now, she gasped as she watched his eyes burning into her spread pussy.  Now,
Bolt.
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He pushed out a breathless laugh.  You are so easy, he stated in a voice saturated
with smug, male satisfaction.  I love a woman who isn t too proud to beg for it.
Leaving the hammer on the floor, he rose between her damp legs as she trembled
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