"My slave?" she said, "its an interesting thought, Clint."<br/><br/>She laughed but stopped when he began in earnest to manipulate her body. She could barely see, and as it was, she was faced away from him anyway, so she closed her eyes. She felt his finger, and then fingers, her mouth falling slightly open, inner muscles clenching against his finger. She was very tight, perhaps more firm than tight, her muscles, underneath her lithe form were strong, supple.<br/><br/>She felt him leaning into her, reflexively, she pushed her hands out into the silt below her, spreading them out, and waiting for the inevitable. She knew the postioning wasn't a tease, he was getting in place, and when he finally enetered her, she pushed back, bending her back in a bit, allowing him a better angle, to thrust deeper. She huffed slightly, not moaning so much as giving small gasps when he pushed in. She had ignored his question, knowing full well that the answer was that she didn't care one whit when or if, he finished, it had been a while for her, and quite honestly she wasn't sure if she'd climax first or not.<br/><br/>"If you can make me come more than once," she said, "I'll give you a pretty little collar and let you be my fuck-toy, Clint."<br/><br/>She laughed, her tease somewhat obvious, because quite honestly, her experience of sex was somewhat, individual. She'd never been able to come more than once without sleeping in the interim. She wasn't sure why, but she felt sort of numb after sex, great, but numb, it never seemed to affect her after that, no matter how bad her longing had been before.