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Martin had been looking forward to seeing Joan Watson again. Ever since they had met, she was on his mind daily and nightly. So he woke up that morning, attempted to brush his hair, shape up his beard by the prison barber, and await her in his cell.

When the guard came in to bind him, he was surprised that his hands weren't cuffed, but the leash was still there attaching him to the wall; in case he was to run? It was a silly notion, but he didn't complain because he was going to see her that day.

When he saw her figure being let in the first set of doors, he stood, approaching the red line.

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"Definitely," she agreed as she walked with him to the bed. "It's been forever since I last saw you." She was exaggerating for effect, of course, but only slightly. It had certainly felt like a long, long time.

When they reached the bed, Joan turned to him to kiss him again, tugging up at his shirt.

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Martin easily submitted to having his shirt pulled up and over his head before reaching for hers.

"I can't remember the last time I actually could rip the clothes off a woman I intended to ravage." He laughed, pulling at her pants as they stood next to the bed. "I just want to taste you-" he paused his undressing as he kissed her deeply.

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She allowed him to pull her shirt over her head, laughing with him at the thought of him ripping her clothes off.

"I could probably bring a change of clothes at some point, if you wanted to literally rip my clothes off. Or cut them off..."

As she kissed him back, just as deeply, she shivered a little at the thought of him with scissors, or even a scalpel. They would never, ever let him have either, for obvious reasons, but it was interesting...and a bit disturbing...how the thought of him with an implement in his hand that he could easily use to kill her was actually really arousing.

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"I would like that," he purred, as he began to see more of her bare skin.

Martin did feed off of the idea that there was a draw to him for the fact that he could kill the women he touched, but he didn't. Granted, it just wasn't his style to do it without a scalpel, but the concept still stood.

Kicking off his prison-issued shoes to rid himself of his own pants, he then moved to sit on the bed, arm reaching out to pull her to him. "Come 'ere, darling."

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She shed her own shoes and pants, so that she's in her bra and panties when he tugged her close. She straddled his lap, wrapped one arm around his shoulders and cupped his face with the other hand. She kissed him deeply, then pulled back to murmur against his lips.

"Tell me what you want to do to me."

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She weighs practically nothing in his lap and he grins thinking of the advantage that puts him at.

"I want to make you to suck my cock and then let me tie you up while I eat out your pussy and ass before I fuck you in every one of your tight little holes." he purred the words, kissing her back. "Are you going to be a good girl and let me do that or do I need to tie you up now?"

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Well, that was thorough. And wildly sexy. "I'll be a good girl," she promised, kissing him again. Then she pulled back to meet his eyes.

"We need a safe word."

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“Good,” he grinned seeing no pushback from the description. She’d had time to feel him out so none of it ought to come as a surprise.

“Oh you’re no fun.” He teased before yielding “What would you like it to be?”

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The fact that he was teasing in his pushback was clear, which was a relief. If he had rejected the notion of a safe word, she would have had to leave, and she really, really didn't want to do that.

"How about 'red?' I'm a fan of the classics."

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Even if she had turned and tried to leave, he would have gave in however she wanted. He was naked with a hard-on, he would do anything to keep this scenario on.

“Alright, red.” He kissed her, his hands holding her head and feeling her silky hair. “I almost want to see if I can get you to use it-“ he bounced his eyebrows.

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She kissed him back, cupping his face with her hands, enjoying the roughness of his beard against her face and her hands. She smiled, amused, and considered that for a moment.

"I...would not be adverse to that," she said. It was dangerous, giving him license to use her as roughly as he wanted, as he could, based on the thin strand of safety a single word offered. But...she trusted him.

And she knew the best places to strike a man to disable, even when tied up. It was part of her training.

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"Oh really?" he enjoyed how much freedom this sultry minx gave him. If only he had a few tools on hand, and toys, he would have a field day.

"And no grabbing the throat?" he checked, remembering the previous incident they had, tilting to kiss the side of her neck as if to apologize.

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The consideration and tenderness in that kiss to her neck was lovely, and she caressed the back of his head in appreciation.

"It's okay if I see it coming. Just don't do it with no warning, okay?"

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"I respect that," The words every woman felt better hearing. "Then I will save the choking for when I can tell you." Or show her that it was coming.

"Now," He said, giving her neck one last kiss. "Let's start with that part where you're back on your knees."

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It was reassuring, and Joan believed it, if only because it was in his best interest, and in the interest of the best sex, to listen to and respect her needs.

At his gentle order, she stood from his lap, still in her bra and panties. With her eyes locked on his in a smoldering gaze, she slowly sank to her knees.

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“Now this is the view I have been imagining for weeks,” he confessed, his cock in hand. “And it’s just as sultry as I had imagined.” He reached out but cupped his hand around the back of her head to pull her in. “Just like last time, dear-“ because it had been so impressively good.

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It was a view she had been thinking of as well, his cock hard for her and yearning for her mouth. She lowered her head at his bidding, taking his head in her mouth and beginning by sucking on it, caressing it with her tongue, teasing the tip.

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Martin released a long exhale as he felt her mouth connect with his skin. It made his toes curl to just get those first teasing touches. He knew what she was capable of and knew when she was just toying with him. "Yes...keep going-"

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Joan heard and felt how his body reacted, and it was so satisfying and arousing. She circled the base of his cock with her hand and began a slow bob of her head combined with a twisting stroke, while her other hand slid between her legs and began to rub herself through her panties.

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The visual of her touching herself as she pleasured him was divine to Martin. "Oh, I can't wait to see how wet you get those panties," he purred. "Get a finger or two in there." Just seeing her hand through the panties would be exactly like he had imagined all those nights she had texted him from her bed.

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She was already quite wet, her panties soaked through. At his order she moaned softly, the sound vibrating against his cock, and she slipped her hand into her panties. She moaned again as she slid two fingers inside herself, and as she slowly began to thrust them in and out of herself she intensified her ministrations, sucking and stroking his cock, moaning with every exhale.

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“That’s it,” he seemed more fixated on her hand than what her mouth was doing to him at that moment. “Remind me...” he spoke, feeling her intensity on him increase. “That I want to get you... a toy....for home.” Sure he like her using her hands when she thought of him, but now he really wished she’d had something specifically given to her from him to really fuck herself with. “Whatever you want-“

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Oh god, the thought of that. She already couldn't touch herself without thinking about him. Having something from him to fuck herself with...it would make their sexting sessions a hundred times more intense.

She groaned her approval, and sped up, sucking his cock and fucking herself faster.

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He closed his eyes, briefly getting caught up in how amazing it felt. He opened his eyes and saw her moving faster on herself and shook his head, "Don't you climax," He warned her with a tone. "Unless you plan to do it again."

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Having more than one orgasm was pretty much a certainty, but delaying her gratification would make her first orgasm all the more mindblowing. Plus, she wanted him to give her her first orgasm.

With a moan she drew her hand from her panties and instead fondled his testicles, continuing the fellatio apace.