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"Green, Sir."

"You sure?"

I nodded and he arched his brow, demanding that I use my words. "Yes, Sir. Definitely green."

He nodded and I had his light touch again, gliding over my pussy and dipping lower to the beads. He tugged and one came out before he pushed it back in, repeating the motion several more times.

"Are you ready for mehere?"

I smiled and let my tongue brush over my lips before I answered. "Yes, Sir."

Something in his eyes shifted and the sexy way he smiled made my stomach tense but I moaned when he tugged at the beads again and slowly pulled them free. He stepped back, turned to the stand, and lifted the vibrator. I felt a rush of heat push through my body while I watched him squeeze lube along the length and spread it evenly with two fingers.

When he turned it on and touched my clit, my body jerked and grew taut when he dragged it down my slit. The vibration pressed against my pussy for a minute before he let it dip lower and further back. Two fingers eased back inside of me and I groaned, still sensitive from my last orgasm, but my focus was on the pressure that followed. He pushed the vibrator into me, a little at a time while he kept gently thrusting his fingers into my pussy. I tensed and swallowed thickly. The vibrator was much wider than the beads, so I was feeling stretched again.

"Color, Angel."

"Green, Sir."

He pushed harder and the pressure from both angles had my stomach clenching again. Christian kept his eyes on me while he worked the vibrator in and out, slowly moving it deeper each time he returned. His fingers combined with the slow thrusts while he moved his thumb over my clit was intense. I was climbing already and this shit didn't make any sense.

How am I about to cum again…

"Use your colors. If it's too much."

I nodded, then smiled. "It's not enough. More… please,Sir."

His eyes narrowed and his fingers thrust in me deeper at the same time the vibrator eased in more. My body clamped down tightly while he found his rhythm fucking my pussy and ass.

Oh God, this felt so damn good…

"Are you ready for me?" He eased his fingers out and I groaned but he pushed the vibrator in more.

"Yes, please, I'm ready…Sir." My eyes locked on his and he nodded. The vibrator was gone and I no longer had it nor his fingers, which made me feel empty. My walls clenched around nothing, making me groan in annoyance.

When he placed it on the stand I watched through half-lidded eyes while he gripped his thick, long dick and stroked it slowly. My pussy clenched again at the visual, of this mans dick,thick and heavy against his palm. My entire body tightened in anticipation.

He eased into me, slow and patient while I moaned deep in the back of my throat. Christian’s dick had more girth than the beads and vibrator, so I felt every inch. My head dropped back. My breath became more labored until his mouth was on my nipple again. He sucked slow and hard while he eased out and pushed back in, stretching me more. Each stroke was steady and controlled, like he wanted to make sure I was good. But after a few deep plunges, he began to rock into me with long thrusts landing deep, making me feel overwhelmed, over and over again.

"Fuck…" I mumbled then sucked in a deep breath. "More, please..."

He picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, and my body tensed and shook with every thrust before another orgasm crashed through me, wild and fast. After several more deep thrusts, he groaned through his own release. My walls tensed while his dick pulsed and throbbed, spilling inside of me. The pressure and the fullness made me ache in the most delicious way.

Christian eased out of me and began releasing me from the restraints. First my arms, then my legs ,which he wrapped around his waist and hooked one arm under to hold me up. I was grateful because I was more than willing to bet my limbs were useless after the past hour of being spread wide. I shook as he carried me to the shower and turned on the water, which came out in a hot steamy spray that felt like heaven.

He eventually let me slide down his body until my feet met the tiled floor but he kept his arm around me and moved his hands over my body while I leaned into his chest, enjoying the closeness and comfort of his solid frame.

I closed my eyes and focused on the softness of the washcloth gliding over my skin, covering every inch with the silky sudsbefore he sat and brought me down onto his lap and began moving his fingers and palms over my wrists, arms, thighs, and shoulders, working the tension and soreness away. He was quiet through the entire process, but I felt him all over, so there was no need for words. I leaned into his chest until he was done and shut off the water, then he lifted me and walked us out the shower. He draped a towel over me before we were moving again, out of the playroom and down the hall to his room.

Christian sat me on the edge of the bed where he dried every inch of me then yanked the covers back.

"Come on."

My eyelids were heavy and my limbs felt weighted but I crawled across the bed and climbed in. I briefly caught him drying off before I felt the bed dip then the warmth of his muscled frame wrapped around me. One of his legs slid between mine, a hand rested flat against my stomach with the other tucked under the pillow.

I sighed in contentment right before I felt his lips on my shoulder and the vibration of his voice telling me something I couldn't fully process because I was too damn exhausted to try.

Two weeks later I was looking at a six-foot moving truck with my stuff packed in the back. I’d casually mentioned taking a trip back to New York to get a few more things and the next morning Christian asked if I would be okay with a moving service packing up my belongings to bring here to Crescent Falls.