de, and Mac held the glass to her lips so she could drink, careful not to spill any. "Good girl. Enough?" He took a sip himself as she nodded.

"Yes, thank you, Sir."

"Look at me," he ordered. "Do not close your eyes or look away." Would she? With infinite care, Mac tilted the glass of wine over her and watched the bubbles creep up the side of the glass and spill. Drop by drop, he coated her breasts, her belly, her clit, and her pussy.

She squirmed as each dropped touched her and she giggled. Her eyes went cloudy, and her breathing became harsh and choppy. To his delight, Holly kept her legs wide, and her eyes open.

He put the glass on the table, bent his head, and started to lap. Her navel, her breasts, each taut nipple. He suckled and nipped his way down her body until he reached her cunt.

With delicate precision, Mac moved between her legs and lifted one onto each of his shoulders, opening her to his touch. The soft skin of her pussy mound kissed his cheeks as he moved into her and probed with his tongue.

"Ahhh." Holly arched off the bed. "Oh, fuck it. Mac, Sir, both of you. I need you. Punish me later, just fuck me now. I bet plastic and fantastic is no substitute for flesh and for real."

He'd been warned this might happen. He had to stamp his authority on the situation. Of course he was going to fuck her—no, make love with her, he amended. But he had to take charge now or she'd be topping from the bottom. His cock ached with the effort of not plunging into her and doing as she asked. However, that was not what he needed, not to fulfil them both. Mac knew a quick screw was not the answer.

He lifted his head away and sat up. Her moan of disappointment hurt, but he hardened his heart. "One more word and I am going to gag you. Do you understand? You may answer me."

She gulped and made a small movement with her head.

In response, Mac tapped her mound hard enough to hurt. "Answer me, please. Do you understand? Ten punishment taps, pet. You'll see the difference, Holly. Count."