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He grinned.

"I don't like to lose, Lyzette. You should know that by now," he said.

She thought of the courtship challenge. Well, he should know that she didn't like to lose either.

His underwear was coming off. She wanted to see what was in his pants.

Lyzette didn't like to lose. But she usually did.

"Now what?" Lyzette asked. "I have nothing left to take off."

"How about a kiss instead?" Mikael suggested. His breathing quickened at the thought.

"A kiss?" she said.

"You kiss me. You're in control of everything."

"I can kiss you however I want?"

"Yes, but it has to be lips on lips."

Lyzette pressed her lips together, brows furrowed.

"Okay," she decided.

She stood up, and she noticed that his bulge jumped as her entire body was put on display again. She bit her lip and walked around the table until she was almost touching him.

"You'll have to come a little closer, Lyzette, if you're going to kiss me," he said.

"Would you mind standing up?" Lyzette asked. It would be better if she didn't have to bend over and stick her boobs in his face.

He stood up, and she suddenly faced a wall of muscle. She put her hands on his shoulders and stretched up on her tiptoes to place her lips on his.

She miscalculated. It was impossible for her to kiss him without her breasts brushing his chest. And as she pressed her lips to his, her nipples came into contact with his hot skin.

She gasped, and all of a sudden what she had intended to be a quick peck became something more. He didn't insist on more, but she felt herself responding against her will. Unintentionally, Lyzette's tongue darted out and touched his. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her breasts against him, and tangled her tongue in his mouth.

Her thinking mind shut down. She forgot all about the card game, and completely focused on this man and his body on hers.

A door slammed down the hall, and the noise jolted them. She pulled back suddenly and stared at Mikael, who was blinking like he was trying to remember who he was, too. Her breasts tingled. In her sex was not a tingle, but an ache.

She wanted more of something, but she didn't know what. She knew it had something to do with him taking her jewel.

They gazed at each other.

"Let's play," Mikael said hoarsely. Lyzette sat down on her chair with a thump — as if her legs could no longer hold her.

She was sure that he would win again. She hoped he would if it meant he would make her kiss him again. They both looked up in surprise when she took the tile.

"You win," Mikael said. "In more ways than one."

Oh? Was he so enjoyable to see? Really?

He stood up, slowly and once he was upright, she couldn't keep her eyes off his underwear.

Slowly he put his fingers in and pulled the front of his boxers out and over what turned out to be an enormous thing. She didn't even know what to call it. It looked colossal. And the end was shiny and round. She couldn't believe how big it was.

She knew that men liked their things to be big and that some women said it was important for men to be big. But the only thing on her mind was, how in God's name would he ever fit that thing inside her. And how she would survive it?

She licked her lips nervously.

"Lyzette." She knew he had said her name, but she couldn't stop looking at it. "Lyzette."

She glanced up at him then.

"Yes?"

"The game usually goes to one more tile. This is the last round. If you lose, I get to touch you. And if I lose, you get to touch me."

She nodded, then frowned.

"It seems like you win no matter what."

"Are you saying that you don't want to touch me? I could leave now."

"No," she said quickly, putting a hand out towards him as if she could keep him from moving. "No. You don't have to go. I want to finish the game."

He grinned, and he looked satisfied. They played quickly, both of them intent on the cards. Finally, Lyzette laid her last two cards down.

Shit. She lost.

Mikael put away the game.

"Come here," he said, and took her hand, leading her to the bed. "Lie down."

"What are you going to do?" Lyzette asked nervously.

"Do you trust me, Lyzette?" he said, looking her straight in the eye.

"Yes," she said. She was surprised to realize that it was true.

"Then lie down on the bed," he said. "Fair's fair. I get to touch you."

She lay down, and he went and turned out the lights. He went next to her without touching her.

Lyzette lay on her back, her arms crossed over her chest and her legs tight together. Mikael lay on his side. He scooted over so that his body was touching hers along the entire length.

He let her become comfortable until he felt her muscles relax.

"May I touch you, Lyzette?" he said.

She didn't know what that meant. But it sounded like a good idea, in spite of how anxious she was feeling. She nodded.

He ran his hand down her cheek, tracing her jawline. Then one finger traced a line between her breasts where they quivered on her chest, longing for him to touch them.

But he didn't.

He spread his large hand out on her belly and rubbed in a couple lazy circles before he continued skimming down her leg to her foot and back up.

When he returned, he slid his hand up along the inside of her thigh. When she thought he would touch her mound, he lifted his hand over and landed again on her flat stomach, going up the far side of her torso, barely brushing her skin with his palm.

She drew in a deep breath and by the light of the moons coming in the windows she saw her breasts, silver in the moonlight, rise and fall. Mikael leaned over and kissed her then, a gentle, teasing, exploratory kiss that seemed to go on forever and made the aching between her legs worse.

They kissed for a long time until Lyzette felt frustrated that he wouldn't touch her where she needed him to. Then she remembered what Raimey had said about her begging him.

And without thinking, she took his hand off of her hip and placed it directly on her breast, where he cupped it without thinking.

"You're sure, Lyzette," he said, lifting his head to look her in the eyes.

"I'm sure," she said. "I trust you, Mikael. It aches down there."

"Oh, Lyzzie. I'll take care of that, if you want me to," he said.

"Just do it, Mikael. Just do it. Now."

But he didn't.

He continued his slow exploration of her body. But finally, his mouth closed over her nipple and sucked. And Lyzette thought she would come just from that. It felt so damn good. She moaned and her hips bucked. He moved to her other breast, and he pleasured her so thoroughly that she thought she would die until his hand slid lightly down her body and cupped her sex.

She gasped and clenched her legs tighter.

"Spread for me, Lyzzie," he said. And it sounded so dirty that it only made Lyzette want him more. She spread her legs a little bit, and his hand slipped in, opening her petals. But her thighs must still have been too tight together for his liking because he wedged his knee in between and pushed them wide apart.

Her breathing was erratic and her thoughts jumbled. Was she going to let him take her jewel? Was it even her decision to make? She had to submit to him, didn't she? The slaves needed her to. And besides, she was a slave herself, not a free woman, and she had no choice. If he wanted to take her, he could.

At that instant, his finger found a hard little nub at the top of her folds.

"Ohhhh," she said, breathily as he began circling it.

That was the spot that the women had called the clitoris or clit. And she remembered how touching it had brought her first orgasm.

She didn't have to wait long. In her state of arousal, after a few minutes of stimulation, she was seized by a rush of sensation so intense, she cried out, her body spasming several times.

"Did you just come?" Mikael said in amazement.

After she had got her breath back, Lyzette nodded.

"Yes."

"Holy shit," he said.

"The women said I was orgasmic."

"You certainly are, Lyzzie. You certainly are," he said. "But now I want to see a G-spot orgasm."

She felt her sex clench in anticipation.

"What's that?" she said.

"You'll see," he said, crawling down her body, kissing her everywhere as he went.

Why was he going down there?

Then she remembered Raimey's advice not to put too much scent down there because he didn't like to taste it. But she hadn't thought she was serious.

At the first touch of his tongue on her clit, her hips drove up into his face. His large hands pressed her down to the bed, restraining her as he went to work. His tongue swirled gently around until she felt the heat starting to build again. He dropped back down and licked up the length of her several times. He frequently returned to her hard nub to tease her over and over.

Without any warning, she felt his finger sliding into her opening.

"Oh, what are you doing?" she said.

He didn't answer but slid his finger in farther. She sucked in a breath and stayed still as he continued probing her. His tongue never stopped moving on her. It was uncomfortable having his finger inside her, but she didn't tell him to stop. He pushed further in until he came to a barrier — her jewel.

She wriggled a little as she felt her orgasm building. Then inexplicably Mikael slowed his tongue down and sucked gently, while his finger rubbed up on the top inside wall of her hole. At first she didn't feel anything and was disappointed that he wasn't going to make her come again.

But then she felt something, and the something felt so good that she pressed her hips towards him and urged him to continue. He rubbed faster, and his tongue began its relentless circling again. She shuddered in completion, groaning, her hips grinding up on his face, riding on a wave of frenzy that seemed to go on and on.

After she got quiet, he crawled back up and lay against her again.

"That was wonderful," she said. "Can we do it again?"

Mikael chuckled.

"We haven't done it yet, Lyzzie."

"We haven't?" she said. "There's more than that?"

"We're just getting started," he said, kissing her cheek.

She blew out a big breath. He turned towards her, wrapping his arms around her and sliding one leg between hers, twisting his body into hers.

Bring it on, she thought.

He took such a long time leading up to it that Lyzette thought she would go mad with longing.

"Please, Mikael." She realized she was begging. "Please do it. I need you inside me."

"Lyzzie, I need to be inside you, too, but first I want to make sure you're going to enjoy it," he said. He got up, leaving her feeling bereft. He returned in a moment carrying a tube.

"What's that?" she asked.

"It is something that will numb you so it won't hurt when I break your maidenhead," he said. "It's a local anesthetic, designed for this purpose."

She had heard sex was going to hurt, and she was glad it would be painless. She heard him take the cap off. She watched as he squeezed a large amount onto his fingers. He pushed two fingers up inside her and rubbed the stuff on the barrier, her jewel.

"It only acts on the tissue of hymen, so that it won't affect your pleasure," he said. "It won't numb anything else."

She didn't care how it worked.

"Please, Mik? Now?" she said, rubbing her hips against his and feeling his large cock sliding along her slit. Then she thought of something. "What about protection?"

"Protection?"

"So I don't get pregnant," she explained.

"Why would you not want to get pregnant?"

"Never mind," she said, and she spread her legs wide, needing him to fill her.

He slid two fingers back inside of her and pumped them in and out. Yes, that was what she needed. But it wasn't enough. He pushed a third in, and it felt quite uncomfortable, but soon she was thrusting her pelvis against his hand, needing more.

"Mikael," she said, desperately. She reached out and grabbed his hardness. He hissed when she did. She immediately let it go. "Did I hurt you?"

He laughed.

"No, baby. You never touched me before, and it feels incredible."

"Can I touch you again?" she said, tentatively.

"Not now, sweetie. If you do, I might not make it inside of you. Do you want me inside you?"

"Yes, yes, please," she said, almost crying with need.

He came on top of her and lined himself up with her entrance. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feelings. His round tip pressed in, and she gasped at how thick he felt.

"Fuck, you're tight, Lyzzie."

"Is that bad?" she gasped, barely having the breath to talk.

"No. That's good. How does it feel?"

"Just put it in, please, Mik," she said.

He pushed in another inch, and she thought she couldn't take any more but then her body accommodated him, and he pressed in until he came up against her barrier. He kissed her until she was panting and then he gave one hard thrust, piercing her. He filled her completely and was embedded deep inside her body. She thought that her mind blew at that point, but then he began to move.

"Fuck," she said, as he pulled out and drove into her again. "Yes, yes." She couldn't believe she was begging for it. She had never thought that she would enjoy it. She had been wrong.

He found a rhythm and soon she was moving against him, hot and wet. Her voice hardly seemed like her own as she sighed and made little mewling sounds.

Soon she recognized the feeling of an orgasm starting to build again. He increased the tempo and she tilted her hips to get more comfortable. The shift made it so that he was hitting her clit with every driving thrust. He bent and took one tight nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping.

Yes, that was it.

Slowly, slowly, she felt it building relentlessly as he pounded her, fast and frantic. She squirmed against him. Almost. Almost.