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“I expect to feel you come on my cock while I fuck you.”

“I will. I’m close.”

“Good.” He released her neck, reaching under her to grip one breast in each hand. He didn’t cover her nipples, but instead made sure his fingers were spread on either side of the clamped tips.

In that next moment he let go. Not of his control, he would never lose control, but it was as if he relaxed his own restraints.

He fucked her. Deeply. Almost brutally.

His hips slammed into her ass, his cock merciless as he pounded inside her. The dildo in her ass held her open, and even though he was gripping her breasts, squeezing them tight as he held her in place for his fucking, the force of each thrust made the nipple clamps bounce and tug.

It was too much. Colette didn’t want this to end, but her body was no longer solely her mind’s to control. Part of her belonged to Landon.

The orgasm ripped through her, almost violent. She clenched her teeth, the muscles of both her vagina and ass trying to clamp down, but the thickness of the intruders were too much, and her muscles fluttered and trembled as pleasure danced up and down each limb like an electric shock.

“Are you coming, love?”

“Yes, oh Landon, yes,” she moaned, tears wetting her cheeks.

“Good.” He may have called her love a moment ago, but his next action was that of a sadist.

Landon yanked the clamp off her right nipple. Sharp pain lanced through her, followed immediately by blinding pleasure. She screamed.

“Pain or pleasure?” He demanded, still fucking her hard and deep.

“Pleasure,” she whimpered, because ultimately, any pain he gave her would always be pleasure.

“Good girl, love.” Then he yanked the second clamp off.

Colette no longer knew if this was one long orgasm or successive ones stacked atop one another.

She screamed, though the sound was thin and breathless. The pleasure rippled on and on, seemingly endless.

Landon’s fingers brushed her mouth. “Open.”

She parted her lips and he shoved three fingers in. She sucked on them, wanting them deeper. Wanting them to fill her, gag her, the way his cock had done. She wanted him deep inside each of her holes.

Landon was partially bent over her, the hand not in her mouth braced on the spanking bench under her ribs as he pounded into her. Colette sucked his fingers, the last vestiges of the orgasm still humming through her.

Landon jerked his fingers from her mouth, both hands hooking under her arms to cup her shoulders.

For the final few thrusts, he both surged forward and pulled her back onto his cock, her aching nipples bouncing, her ass full, her pussy fluttering around him.

Then Landon came, his sweaty forehead braced against her upper back, a guttural groan rumbling against her as his cock twitched inside her.

In that moment she wanted a thousand impossible things. Things she’d always respected but never wanted for herself. Things a man like Landon could and should have.

Things like a future with the man she loved.

THIRTY-ONE

Landon stroked Colette’s bare back as she lay half-draped over his chest.

It felt good, having her in his bed.

And if he weren’t such a fucking coward, he would admit it felt more than good. It felt right.

It was morning, several hours past dawn. After fucking her on the spanking bench he’d started aftercare, which had turned into him fucking her in a shower. He’d started over with the aftercare, but one soft needy look from under her lashes had resulted in a third session—a quick rope harness that pressed her arms to her sides, with a doubled length of rope as a crotch strap to hold a wand against her clit while she knelt and sucked his cock.