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"Please!"

"Please what?" the cruel monster looming over me asks, tapping his beautiful, thick cock right against my clit but refusing to slide it inside me, no matter how much I lift my hips to tempt him.

"Please, let me feel it."

"You know the rules," he reminds me, his voice almost singing. "If you want to get fucked, you're going to have to tell me."

I'd like to say the current situation is a fluke, a one-time thing, completely out of character for a woman of sound mind such as myself. But it's the twelfth time in less than half as many days I'm in the exact same position, so I'd say that's not quite accurate.

"I'm yours!" I scream, and my torturer consents to slide his cock inside me, lifting my legs over my shoulders, bending me in two to reach deep inside me.

I'm right there, folded in two, ass in the air, Sebastian on top of me, when my bedroom door opens in front of Ari.

"Hi guys!" she doesn't hesitate to walk in, her hand in Roman's. "You don't mind if we join in, do you?"

She giggles, not waiting for an answer. And a good thing too, because all I can do is scream as I'm drilled, hard.

It's not the first time we're having sex in the same room. In fact, it's happened most nights. I like being watched, and as it turns out, so does she. She asked if she could join us once, and Sebastian immediately declined. I can't deny that was a relief.

"You can always bring someone, but Heritage only," he told her. "Hestia likes her privacy."

I asked him what the Heritage was. I remembered the name from the NDA I signed, but I didn't ask for details that first night.

"I'd tell you. But then you'd have to join," he'd teased, kissing my cheek.

I haven't pushed. It's easy enough to guess it's his kinky club. I quite like not being more involved than I already am. An NDA protects me and the members; that's all that matters.

Outside of my room, Sebastian's been respectful, giving me space, although I do see him too often for it to be a coincidence.

This works for me. My privacy, not making waves, and the most ribald of sexual encounters behind closed doors every day. So what if Sebastian demands I profess being his every time he has me naked and at his mercy? I don't mind.

I'm so very close to coming, and Ari's not very far off either, by the sound of it, when my phone rings on my nightstand.

Ugh.

It's mostly always on silent, except for when one single contact calls: Mother.

My arousal dies an immediate death, all tension in my core deflating, as I hear the ringtone. I don't pick up of course. It's a video call, and the room's not in a state to answer her.

Shit, I should have thought about her: she does call every Saturday morning.

The ringtone does stop eventually, but she's effectively ruined the mood for me, and Sebastian can tell without my saying anything.

"What's wrong?" he asks, never stopping the deep thrusts right at my G-spot.

I could get into it, but I'd much rather not. "Nothing your cock can't make me forget."

He smirks, and does just that.

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"No!"

"Yep," I say, making the P pop. "Every single time."

It's strange, not being able to tell everything to Tanya, when we've never really had secrets from one another, but Sebastian was clear: I can tell her anything about the two of us. My NDA covers sharing anything about his club, or any other member. Which is fair. I'm so attached to my privacy, I won't begrudge other people theirs. That said, I wish I could tell Tanya how freaking wild, and sexy, and amazing his world is.