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“Breathe through it for me.”

“Nate, I can’t—”

“You can. This is the most important part of your lesson. I need this ass to tighten when you come, then loosen again. So I’m going to press here,” he cups my belly, “and you’re going to relax as much as you can. Ready?”

I nod, panting again, forcing myself to relax into his hand. The relief is almost instantaneous. I let out another moan, releasing the tension more easily this time.

“Oh, that’s so good, Grace,” he murmurs, his fingers thrusting slowly, testing me. “That’s it, stay nice and loose now.”

The pain fades until it’s gone. It’s like my orgasm flicked a switch inside, tightening me up so much it hurt. Now the thrusts have become something more like a massage.

“There we go,” he murmurs, deepening the penetration. “This is exactly what I want.”

“Are you—” I swallow, trying to keep the loose feeling even as I tense up, “going to put your—yourself back there?”

“So shy, even when I’m knuckle deep in her ass,” he murmurs, his eyes on the spot where he’s increasing the speed. I start feeling the tension build again, though it’s gentler this time. “No, Grace. You need more preparation before you get my cock here. Why,” his eyes flick to my face, “do you want it?”

I shake my head, blushing. “No, but I’ve come and you haven’t.”

“That doesn’t matter to me right now. But,” he surprises me by removing both hands, causing me to whine at the withdrawal, “if you go on all fours, I might accommodate you.”

This is a test of some sort. If I obey now, it’ll be confirmation that I care about Nate’s pleasure—that I want him to come.

I glance at the bathroom, my point of retreat.

“Up to you, love,” he murmurs.

I peer at him in the candlelight. He’s utterly unthreatening, kneeling between my legs, his hands in his lap.

“You’ve given me everything I wanted already. Now,” he gives me a small smile, “tell me what you want.”

I look at the hard length straining the crotch of his jeans, the heavy lust in his eyes. I’ve already given him too much, more than I’ve ever given Nick; more trust, more access, more. And it was only yesterday I called him a monster. Instead of feeling bad about it—or guilty or aggrieved—I feel safe. Even though I’m almost naked while he’s clothed, even though I’m pulsing with the training he gave me. I want to give him more.

So I tell him what I want, though I don’t have the courage to say it aloud. I crawl up the bed, my insides throbbing with new knowledge—a brand new craving he’s placed deep inside—then I get on all fours.

Chapter 21

Nate

My hesitant, panic-prone wife does the last thing I expect: she presents herself to me on all fours. My cock throbs so hard it hurts, but I hold myself in check. Grace is unsteady and uncertain, one knee on the pillow, one on the mattress. I replay what I told her, the instructions I gave her without even a hope that she’d follow them: if you go on all fours—

She’s saying she wants me to come. Using her.

I’m floored.

“Grace,” I whisper, running a hand along her flank.

“Yes,” she shudders, “it’s your turn now.”

That makes me smile. Every turn is my turn, but Grace hasn’t figured that out. I’d be happy to stay hard and aching, going blue in the balls while I wait for the perfect moment. But my wife is offering herself to me, right here and now.

It’s clear that Grace expects me to pull out my cock and get to it. I will, but not quite yet. First, I crawl forward, taking the position she offers, doggy-style though my clothes are in the way. My chest slides against her back, the curve of her ass nestling into my crotch. I tuck a strand of her tangled hair behind her ear.

“You want me to come, love?” She nods, and I hear her swallow hard, nerves clearly affecting her again. “Let’s get you ready for me.”

I press a kiss to her cheek, then grab a few more pillows. Grace gasps when I wrap a hand around her throat, but I only use it to balance her while I pile the pillows under her belly.

“Such a scaredy-Grace,” I whisper, putting her in the position I want. “You’re so pretty on all fours.”