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She thinks about it for a moment before shaking her head. It stings a bit to know that I’m counted in the few that made things not feel good for her, but honestly, though it wasn’t completely my fault, I should have known. Fuck, what’s the point of having heightened senses if I couldn’t even tell that she never came for me?

Granted, I was always preoccupied with keeping my own secrets from her - keeping the monster hidden away - so I guess in that regard, we’re both even. But, come hell or high water, she will come for me. Even if it’s because of something Rory is doing, she will fucking come.

Her pained whine as I shove the plug the rest of the way in thunders about in my head. It takes all my willpower to work her up gradually instead of just thrusting myself in. Groaning, I feel the pop as the largest part clears her tight ring. Once fully seated, I pull back and grab some cleansing wipes from nearby and clean my hands.

In the soft light, the metal of the saddle base as it’s nestled between her cheeks twinkles. Grinning like an absolute idiot, I make my way over to my human. Her breaths come in frantic pants, but it’s the overwhelming scent of spicy honey that slams into me instead of fear.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet girl,” I whisper into her ear. “You like this, don’t you? You like me having control over your body like this. Is this what was missing? Did the submissive in you get bored with the nice way I gave your body pleasure? Do you need the bite of pain, the slice of my dominance to get you there?”

When she doesn’t answer, I slide in behind her and rest my body against her heated skin, intertwining my fingers with hers. “Tell me, Rory. Does she seem turned on to you?”

As much as I hate the idea of his hands on her, this isn’t about me. It’s about her. I want her mind so twisted about that she can’t even formulate a proper sentence. As long as she still possesses the ability to say no and Master, she doesn’t need to be able to say anything else.

I don’t even have to look down to know the moment Rory touches her. Lissa bucks her hips against me, her gasp of pleasure telling me all I need to know. “Well,” I grind out. “Is she wet?”

“Sopping.”

“Good. Just how I want her.”

CHAPTER 7

Rory

My fingers linger for several moments, brushing across her hard, aroused nub through the wet fabric before pulling back. Her skin is flushed, the red blush across her face divine. God, how I want her. Reaching back up, I tug at the chain connecting the nipple clamps and give it a jerk, waiting for her mouth to open in a gasp before kissing her.

She tastes even better than I could have ever imagined. Groaning, I slide my free hand in her hair and fist the silky strands, gripping her closer to me. With one hard yank, I tug the clamps free and swallow her cry deep inside me. My cock jerks against the fabric of my pants, and I don’t care where I fuck her. I just need to be inside her.

“Wanna say no yet?” I whisper against her trembling lips.

She’s unable to answer but shakes her head, brushing her mouth against mine. Like a starving man, I devour her mouth once more, holding onto the illusion that it’s just me that she wants. But I know that’s not the case. It will never be the case between us.

Lissa is a sight to behold. Her face is flushed, pinkened with her heightened desire. I watch as her body leans into Joe, as if her half seeks his, and that’s when I realize that tonight will never end the way I want it to. Yes, there was a flare of arousal, but nothing like the way her body prepares itself for Joe’s touch.

I wanted it to be me. I wanted to be able to keep her by my side forever, but it seems like she’s already chosen. Though it slices me to my core, I bear her no ill will. She didn’t choose this. If the theory is that there’s one soulmate for everybody, then their souls were already destined before I was even turned.

Shaking my head, I draw back and slide my fingers across her greedy pussy once more. Her arousal coats my fingers. I bring the slick digits to my mouth and watch her as I slide them in, savoring that sweet and spicy taste that’s all her. She groans at the decadent display, but I hold back, not giving in to what she wants.

It’s not me. It’s completion. She probably doesn’t care how she gets it. And that’s not what I want. Not for me, and certainly not for her. The longing in her eyes every time Joe is near, the way her breath hitches when he touches her, even when she doesn’t realize it herself…that’s what I want. I want her to look at me with the same blazing desire. When we first met up, there was a spark, but now that I see her and Joe together, I know it’s nothing at all like what she felt for me.

I will continue to pleasure her, to wrest any sort of satisfaction I can from her willing body, but that will be it. I can’t continue to let my heart get dragged through the mud. Maybe next year will be my year. Maybe not. I just know I won’t settle until I find the same unabashed lust that Lissa has for Joe.

Bending low, I take her right nipple into my mouth, soothing it with my tongue before going to the other. Even her skin tastes divine. I roll the hard peak around with my tongue, savoring the texture of her skin before pulling away.

Since the clamps I used on her were very mild, I put them on her again, tightening them just a little more so she can feel the bite. Lissa whimpers but holds still. Reaching out, I skim my hand down her cheek, brushing away the errant tears that wet the surface.

CHAPTER 8

Lissa

Once Rory pulls back, I can concentrate on what Joe is doing. So many sensations flood my body as he touches me. It’s so unreal. Where was all of this when we were dating? Why did it take him breaking up with me and seeing me with another man for this side to come out?

Master.

The word trips over my brain as I keep trying it out. The few times I’ve said it, it’s felt odd, foreign, but the more I think about it, the easier it becomes. It doesn’t hurt that Joe exerts his will over me in a way no one else has before. It’s easy to see him as my Master when he turns my brain to mush with just the grip of his hand or the whisper of something naughty in my ear.

I thought our relationship had been pretty good before, but now that I know what I’ve been missing, there’s no way I can go back to the way things were. There’s just no way. He’s ignited something deep within me, something I didn’t even know was there. He pulled out this other side of me that never existed. Or perhaps, it only exists for him?

“So many thoughts swirling about in your brain. It’s hard for me to keep up. Let’s empty those thoughts, shall we?” Before I can respond, he’s down on his knees, his tongue dragging against my thong as he licks me through the fabric.