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  Even as the sting continued to spread, she knew her pussy dripped. Her clit throbbed and she ached with unfulfilled need.

  When he stopped, she gave an involuntary cry.

  No, don’t stop!

  “No more for tonight. Not with the flogger.” One hand coasted over her flaming-hot ass. “I always like to leave you needing more.” He unlocked the handcuffs and helped her to her feet but left the blindfold in place. “Submissive pose,” he ordered.

  Awkwardly, still in those needle-thin heels, Fallon dropped to her knees, hands behind her back.

  “Open your mouth, girl. You know what I want.”

  She certainly did, and wondered which of them actually got the most pleasure from it. She opened for him eagerly, anticipating the taste of his cock, the feel of it on her tongue, velvet-soft skin over a rod of steel. When it came, she couldn’t hold back the hum of satisfaction. Just as Cord gave her pleasure, it made her feel good to do the same for him. A satisfaction she hadn’t felt with anyone else. She had never thought she’d love sucking a man’s cock as much as she did Cord’s, but it seemed to fulfill something deep inside her.

  Her cheek brushed his thigh and she realized that at some point he’d taken off the rest of his clothes. She wanted to lick the hair-roughened skin but her mouth was too full with something more important.

  “Suck,” he commanded.

  She tightened her lips around the hard thickness of him and hollowed her cheeks, pulling as hard as she could. The ropy vein that pumped blood into his shaft pulsed against her tongue, and she licked it as she continued to draw him deeper into her mouth.

  His fingers gripped her head, moving it at one angle then another to push himself deeper, always deeper. A slight nudge and he tilted her head back so he could slide in even more. The head of his cock bumped the roof of her mouth and slid down her throat. She could tell he was almost at the peak of release, almost, almost, almost.

  “God!” he shouted, his fingers digging into her scalp.

  His entire body stiffened and he shot spurt after spurt into her body. Fallon swallowed convulsively, determined not to lose a single drop. It seemed to take forever before she felt a softening of his dick and a loosening of his hold. Then he eased himself from her mouth, dragging the head of his shaft across her lips.

  He raised her slowly to her feet and removed the blindfold. She teetered on her shoes, her legs wobbly, swallowing a sigh of relief when he braced his hands on her shoulders. When she looked into his eyes, she saw the twin flames of desire and satisfaction burning there.

  “Better every time,” he told her. “Yes, girl. Better and better.” He touched her lips with the tip of his tongue, catching any lingering traces of his essence. “But my girl didn’t get to come.”

  No. I didn’t. Would he make her wait? Oh god. Please no.

  The need inside her was so intense she was sure her entire body would clench in on itself. She forced herself to wait patiently for whatever came next.

  He shifted one hand to cup her chin. “Every man at that gathering tonight envied me. I saw how they looked at you. How they devoured you with their eyes. But you only have one Master, right? Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Sir.” She ran her tongue over her lower lip. “Only you.”

  “And who controls when you come?”

  Again she answered, “You do.”

  “Let’s make sure you understand that. Lie down on the bed flat on your stomach.” He nudged her in that direction.

  Wondering what form of sensual torture he had in mind tonight as she folded back the covers and collapsed thankfully on the soft cotton of the sheet. She was so aroused, she almost vibrated. Just the thought of him holding back permission for her release was enough to increase her hunger.

  She heard Cord moving behind her, caught the sound of a drawer opening and closing. When he smoothed his hand over the curve of her ass then trailed his fingertips through the crevice, she trembled with excitement. He would make her wait, teasing her, arousing her. Would he fuck her tonight? Use one of the toys they both loved? Paddle her already wonderfully sore ass if she lost control?

  When she squeezed her legs together in an effort to ease the throbbing in her pussy, he spread them apart.

  “No cheating,” he warned. “Should I take out the paddle to make a better impression?”

  Fallon’s stomach knotted at the thought of the hard piece of wood, and the pain it could inflict, while at the same time her body craved it. Riding that fine edge of pain was so incredibly exciting. The muscles of her ass tightened and Cord gave that rough laugh of his that was such a turn-on.

  “You’re really turning into an excellent sub, girl. No wonder I walk around with my cock hard as a pole most of the time.” He slid his hands beneath her stomach and lifted her to her hands and knees. “Balance yourself. You know what’s coming next.”

  Oh yes, she did. If her pussy was aching before, it was agonizing for something to fill it now. Cord’s long fingers parted the cheeks of her ass and one fingertip traced the puckered circle of her anus.

  “You have no idea how much I love to fuck you here.” The thickness of his voice told her how much he, too, was aroused. “You can’t believe how incredible it feels to drive my cock inside that hot, dark tunnel.” He squeezed her buttocks. Hard. “Let’s give you a little treat here.”

  He moved his finger away and when he brought it back it was coated with gel, easing its entry into her rectum. A second finger joined it, the two of them wiggling inside the tight confines of her channel.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded, withdrawing his hand. “I have something to show you. I happened to pass by our favorite store the other day and picked up something I knew you’d enjoy. Something to increase your pleasure.” He bent down so his head was close to hers, his breath a soft breeze against her heated cheek. “Something to really torment that sweet asshole of yours. Take a look.”

  Her eyes widened at the sight of the butt plug he placed on the bed for her to see. It was longer and thicker than the ones they usually used, and designed to look and feel like a row of three penis heads. The toy was as thick as Cord’s shaft. Delicious shivers raced over Fallon’s skin as she thought of each carved head bumping against her tender inner tissues.

  Cord nipped the lobe of her ear then licked it gently. “I thought of you when I saw this. If I had three cocks I’d want them all in you at the same time.”

  He moved behind her and in a moment, the tip of the plug was pressed to her opening. As the lubed toy was pushed inside, she felt a familiar pressure. The walls of her rectum stretched to accommodate it, the sensations that raced through her both hot and cold. As each head intruded, the contours bumped against her sensitive areas. And each time, the walls of her cunt protested the emptiness there. When she tried to push back against the plug, Cord placed his hand at the base of her spine and stilled her.

  “Take it easy, girl. This is a little wider and longer than you’re used to and I don’t want to hurt you. Just breathe steadily. You know how.”

  Fallon clenched her teeth together and forced herself to remain as still as possible, breathing in and out through her mouth, until the plug was all the way in. When the toy was seated completely, she felt unbelievably full, nearly every inch of her dark channel hugging the intrusive item. The protrusions scraped her walls, waking up every nerve.

  Cord placed kisses on both cheeks of her buttocks, following them with a hard pinch. With her skin already stinging from the flogging, the pain was sharp and intense. The pleasure from it flooded her and she couldn’t hold back a tiny moan.

  “One more thing, girl.” He touched the plug and it began to vibrate at a very low, slow level.

  “Now.” Cord turned her over so she was on her back and spread her legs wide, knees bent. His eyes glittered with savage hunger. “Ready for my instructions?”

  She nodded.

  “Say it,” he commanded.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice sounde
d strangled to her own ears.

  “Good. I think I’ll replace the blindfold. You always come so much harder when you can’t see. When every other sense is more alert. Feeling the muscles of your cunt spasm is something I’ll never get tired of.”

  Fallon made herself lie still as he tied the folded silk across her eyes again, her heart rate increasing a little. She always had a brief moment of panic when he blindfolded her, a sick feeling of helplessness. She had to remind herself that this was Cord. That she could trust him. That he’d never give her more than she agreed to. They were building a solid relationship on simple negotiations, and she had to admit, every time he pushed her a little further the reward was more than worth it.

  The mattress at the foot of the bed dipped, a signal to her that he was stretched out watching her.

  “Play with yourself. Rub your clit and make sure you cover everything with your juices. You know what I like to see. But do not come until I give you permission.”

  A groan escaped before she could stifle it as she obediently snaked one hand down between her thighs and reached for her cunt, her palm coasting over the smooth flesh that she kept waxed. She was so wet, her fingers were coated the instant she touched the sensitive flesh of her lips. She gathered her moisture and spread it everywhere, even down to the sensitive area between her vagina and her rectum. God, it felt so good when she touched herself there. She liked to pretend her fingers were Cord’s. Tiny spasms raced through her inner walls and the tight ball of lust in her belly began to unwind.

  “Clit,” Cord reminded her.

  Her head was thrown back and despite the blindfold covering her eyes, she knew Cord’s gaze was fixed on that bare pink flesh at her opening. Immediately she set a rhythm, brushing her fingers against the fiery bundle of nerves, moving them the way he liked best. Back and forth, back and forth, her touch so light that her body begged for more.

  She made herself breathe evenly. It was the only way she could maintain any semblance of control. She could almost feel Cord’s stare focused on her as the tempo of the motion increased. With each coast of her fingertip over her clit, the intense need in her grew.

  Unable to restrain herself any longer, she stretched her arm to slide two fingers inside her channel, now filled with her liquid. The moment she did, another sensation raced through her. It took her a moment to identify what it was.

  The plug! She felt every ridge and bump of the new, fancifully shaped plug in her ass. She could almost hear the hum of the vibration as the rhythmic pulses spread to every area of her body.

  Oh god.

  “Cord!” she cried.

  “You can take it. I know you can. Keep moving your hand, in and out. Yes, like that. That’s it.”

  She could hear in his voice how tightly he was holding on to his own control. Was he hard? Would he finally, finally fuck her and take her over the cliff with him? He loved exerting control this way, forcing her right to the brink, the edge of release, while insisting she hold back. Then he’d thrust his cock inside and fuck her until she didn’t know her own mind.

  Her channel was so slick that her fingers slid in and out easily. With her other hand she massaged her clit, rubbing it lightly the way he’d taught her, to prolong the pleasure. She gritted her teeth, fighting to hold back the unfolding release. Sure that she could do it.

  Then Cord’s hand was brushing against her inner thigh and a new sensation overtook her.

  At first she wasn’t sure what it was. Then she realized he had turned up the speed on the bumpy plug in her ass. Oh god! Damn!

  “Cord!” she cried again.

  Cord was mesmerized at the sight of Fallon before him. Didn’t he just love it when he drove her to the edge of sensual insanity like this? Her pussy turned a dark pink, slippery with her juices, and her body quivered with the effort to exert control. He knew exactly how strung out she was, how intense her need for climax. That she would allow him this level of control humbled him, especially knowing her past haunted her badly. It also made him rock hard, even after the gut-wrenching climax she’d drawn from him with her incredible mouth.

  “Hold those lips open for me, girl. I want to see everything.”

  When he’d pressed the remote to turn up the vibrator in the butt plug, her entire body had tensed as she’d fought against the increased stimulation. He knew her pussy was hungry for something to fill it by now. He loved to push her out of her comfort zone, stretch her boundaries. But always after first negotiating just how far he could push. Sometimes he nudged her a little closer to the edge than she’d agreed but if he saw it was too much, he always pulled back.

  It was all about making her feel safe. Making her willing to do anything he wanted, whatever he wanted, because she knew he was always there to catch her if she fell. Like now. They had used plenty of different butt plugs. He’d even found one not too thick that he’d slid into her well-lubed ass one morning and insisted she wear all day, even while they sat in business meetings about the opening of the event center. Every so often he’d glanced at her with a knowing look, and she’d lowered her gaze as a blush warmed her face.

  He was very careful about taking her into subspace. In the beginning she had resisted, only permitting him to take her so far before using her safe word. He could almost see the invisible fence around her. But little by little he’d coaxed her out of that comfort zone. Now when they indulged in play as intense as tonight’s, he could watch Fallon let herself fall into that space at the edge of reality where nothing existed but pleasure. Where she was completely at his mercy.

  He never abused that, nor would he. But they were coming to a point in their relationship where he’d have to make her confront her past; drag it out in the open so he could help her put it away permanently.

  He wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking it lightly as Fallon’s body jerked and shuddered, her effort to control herself visible in the quaking muscles of her thighs. He reached out a finger and touched the opening of her vagina, barely a caress, and she jerked as if he’d used a hot poker.

  Jesus!

  She was so close to the edge. Hanging on by the thinnest thread.

  “Who do you belong to, girl?” He always asked, as much to assure her as himself.

  “To you, S-Sir.” Her voice was tight. Strained. “I b-belong to you.”

  “Do you want to come?” Of course she did.

  “Y-Yes. S-Sir. I do. Please.”

  And god help him, he wanted her to, but only when he was deep inside her, the walls of her cunt closed around him like a tight fist.

  “Don’t move,” he warned as he rolled on a condom.

  He knelt between her trembling thighs, grasping her busy hands and holding them over her head, his large hand enfolding both her wrists. With his other hand, he guided himself to her entrance, drew in a deep breath and plunged inside.

  Holy shit!

  Now it was his turn to reach for control, to ignore the tightening in his balls and the icy-hot sensation at the base of his spine. He bent his head and tugged each nipple ring with his teeth, just enough to bring a pleasurable sensation of pain. Fallon arched up so he did it again, her low whimper sending electricity straight to his cock. It flexed inside the glove of her pussy, sending him a message, one he was doing his best to ignore.

  He hauled in a deep breath and when he was sure he had a tight rein on himself, he began a slow and steady thrust and retreat. He’d left the butt plug on low and he could feel it through the thin latex and the wall separating her vagina from her rectum. Feel the carefully spaced bumps on the plug as it hummed busily inside her dark tunnel.

  Releasing her wrists, he laced his fingers through hers, pressing her hands into the bed as he thrust, the vibrator stimulating his cock—as if it needed more.

  Harder, faster. The little sounds of pleasure she made only ramped up his desire.

  Fallon’s head was thrown back, her eyes closed as she struggled to hold on to the thin thread of control, waiting for his per
mission to let go.

  “Look at me,” he ordered. “Open your eyes, girl.”

  When she opened them, he saw such passion and emotion in her gaze, it shook him to his soul. Whatever had darkened her past, he had to ferret it out so they could move forward. So he could claim her as his forever.

  Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in tighter and closer. His hips pistoned faster, and she rode the turbulent wave with him as he pushed them both higher. He wanted to paddle her more tonight, to chain her up and use the flexible paddle on her ass and thighs until she screamed her pleasure and he took his. But he’d been a Dom long enough to know when and how far to push. And tonight just wasn’t the time.

  No, tonight was about fucking her good and hard and giving her an orgasm that would turn her brain inside out.

  “Now,” he said through gritted teeth. “Now, girl. Come now.”

  Cord pinned her to the bed as she trembled beneath him, her body convulsing. He gripped her hands tighter, intent on impressing himself upon every inch of her body.

  Their shared release was cataclysmic, thunderous, shaking them both so hard he could feel it in his bones. He was nearly blind with the intensity, sweat dripping from his forehead, waves of ecstasy washing through him, tossing them both.

  At last they both collapsed, exhausted. He was almost too weak to roll himself from her body but he finally managed it.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered as he removed the plug then went to dispose of the condom.

  On legs still shaky, he crawled onto the bed beside her and pulled the covers over them. He could feel her still quivering against his body and he ran his hand slowly over her skin from shoulder to wrist, from waist to hip. He glided his hand everywhere, soothing her, assuring she was safe and well cared for, soothing with soft, tiny kisses on her neck and shoulder. At last he felt her body relax, as if her nerves had finally found a resting place and his warmth had seeped comfortingly into her skin.

  Wrapping his arms around her, Cord tucked Fallon’s body against his. In all the years since he’d first discovered sex, he had never met a woman who reached into his soul the way Fallon Crowe did.