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“Have you had enough?”
“Nooooo.”
“I think you’re flying a bit too high to give me consent. Next time, I promise.”
“Nuh-uh.” Struggling to push herself up, she relented when he kept her pinned on the leather shelf that was now sticky with her own sweat. “I want you. I want this. I ache so bad, Sir, you don’t understand—”
The fist in her hair tugged her forward for a kiss that curled her toes. Taking her cue, Caera gave back as good as she got, mauling his mouth eagerly. Apparently the flogger had the power to release her inner wantonness.
“Give me your safewords again,” he growled against her lips.
This time, she set the playful rhyme aside and tried to look as grounded as she could despite her blood still pumping endorphins through her system like molten sugar. Her voice was still slurred when she repeated the words that could stop, pause, or continue their time together.
Saul sighed, cocking his head thoughtfully. The grip on her hair relaxed, easing the spikes of pain zipping merrily from her scalp to her clit, and then he reached for the chains drooping over the bar. “All right. I would be a bad Dom if I didn’t allow you to come after being such a good girl tonight, wouldn’t I? Especially when you’ve made me so proud.”
“So bad,” she agreed.
He attached the ends of each chain to a ring on the metal frame. “I’m locking your hands down this time, Caera.” A snap hook snicked onto the D-ring of her left cuff. “Not too short, just enough to let you get the feel of immobility.” The right cuff clicked onto the other hook. “Remember you can come when you like, little rabbit.”
The cuffs really didn’t feel any different with the chains on. She eyed them suspiciously as Saul checked her fingers, then ran his forefinger beneath the underside of the sheepskin lining rubbing against her wrists.
It wasn’t until she moved her hands, pulling the chains taut, that she understood what the loss of her movement meant. She winced as the cuffs tightened around her limbs, ensuring she couldn’t do anything but tug futilely against them.
Her Dom covered her hands with his. “Relax. Breathe. I won’t hurt you.”
He wouldn’t, no. Ignoring the spiky vines of panic roping around her chest, she fought to loosen her arms, clutching the steel bar again so her chains sagged. Her courage would remain intact as long as she didn’t test her strength or stamina against them.
“Use your safeword if you have to.” Saul kissed her knuckles, then tapped a fingertip on her nose. A second later, he moved away out of sight behind her. “I don’t mind if you scream, little rabbit. This is going to be a tight fit for us both.”
Caera heard a zipper lowering, then the rip of a condom packet. She lifted her ass into his palm as he ran it over the shallow curve of her butt cheek, then hissed when something bigger than his fingers drove into her pussy, pushing against the plug still invading her back passage.
Tight was the wrong word. Saul’s sizeable cock felt ten times thicker as he worked it into her an inch at a time. Her eyes rolled back in her head when he finally filled her, the shaft hitting all the perfect spots to make her croon with delight.
Suddenly, it didn’t matter that she couldn’t move her hands more than a couple of inches. It didn’t matter that people were likely watching her being fucked with both of her lower orifices full. It just didn’t matter because she was at her most vulnerable, but Saul had everything under control.
If this was the definition of submission, if this peace she felt trailing on the heels of her impending orgasm was the price of surrendering, then she would pay it every day for the rest of her life.
Saul’s fingers grasped her nape. “Comfortable?”
“I think I’m going to come, Sir.” She liked calling him by the honorific, acknowledging his power over her. Only, it wasn’t just power he wielded, but love, guidance, support.
Gripping her at the hip and the nape, he began to move. Slowly at first, letting her savor the slow slide of his cock rubbing against the plug, the way he felt surging back inside her. Measured thrusts that grew faster, harder, less cautious as her body responded by clamping down on him, tightening around his shaft until she honestly believed she would come apart.
Her breath came in long whining pants, joining Saul’s emphatic groans. More than anything, she wanted to be facing him, arms clinging to his neck while her legs anchored her to his hips, but goddamn it, being tied down in front of him with his cock plunging deeper than it ever had in the missionary position…
She wasn’t lodging any complaints.
The plug was a source of heaven and hell. Every time Saul’s thrusts smacked against her ass, the plug jostled forward. Between the plunge of his cock and the jolt of the plug, her body was screaming for release.
Heaven, meet Hell.
Her self-control wavered, her desire to keep the climax from ripping through her and decimating everything she knew waned. Sweat beaded on her skin as she wriggled, bouncing up onto her toes with a cry as her world narrowed to a pinpoint.
Saul snarled, his hands biting into her flesh as he pounded into her with rapid thrusts, then surged deep with a bellow. “Come, Caera.”
Blood pulsing through her ears, her heart skipping wildly in her chest, she felt her fingers lose their grip on the bar. The spiraling pleasure peaked, erupting with a scream as the quick bite of pain from her cuffs dropping to the end of their chains registered.
That bite sent her freefalling, a body cast into the sky without a parachute, fighting gravity and time. Pure ecstasy pumped into her system in harmony with the throb of the cock being mercilessly milked by her inner muscles.
