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“Will you tell me?”

“Yes. I’ve been imagining making you tell me everything you’ve stolen.”

“Why? It will only make you stressed.”

“Because not knowing is making me crazy. I keep imagining everything that could have gone wrong. All the ways I could have lost you.”

“You want to know about the heists then, not the actual art.”

“I guess so.” His finger drew tight circles around her clit.

“I’m close,” she breathed.

“Good. As you come I want you to picture something.”

Her reply was a moan.

“I’m going to spank you, hard, for each heist. Not one spank per theft, one spanking session.”

“Spank me?” she whimpered.

“Naughty behavior gets punished,” he purred in her ear. “You’ll probably want to beg me to spread them out, so you don’t end up over my knee every night for two weeks as we work through your list of crimes.”

Colette came, turning her face into Landon’s shoulder as she moaned.

Landon kept his hand on and in her pussy throughout, gentle with her clit, less gentle with the two fingers that tunneled into her.

The orgasm was soft and swift.

It barely took the edge off.

Landon stroked her clit one last time, then laid his palm on her belly.

“Did I give you permission to come?”

Her eyes popped open, protest on her lips until she saw his expression. He was grinning down at her.

“You’re terrible.”

“You were worried there for a second.”

“Of course I was.”

“Because you’re a good girl who would never come without permission?”

“Because those life-like sex dolls with working cocks are expensive, and hard to transport. It would be inconvenient to get one to replace you.”

Landon roared with laughter, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him. Colette ground her pussy against the hard ridge of his cock still trapped in his pants. She was definitely leaving a wet spot. Good.

Landon’s hot gaze trailed up her, but his expression went serious as he studied her breasts.

Colette considered covering herself, but looked away, towards the window and the British countryside painted gold by sunset.

“What else, Colette?” Landon asked after a long silence.

She closed her eyes. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to wear metal restraints.”

He rubbed her thighs, the warmth against her naked skin feeling delicious. “I’ll only use leather.”