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He placed the controller on the nightstand, pulled me back against him, and wrapped his arms around my middle while I continued playing. When his lips found the side of my neck, my breath caught and my car on the screen, crashed into a wall.

Cyrus chuckled, the sound vibrating against me. “Keep playing, pet.” He cupped my inner thighs, pulling my legs over his.

“Sir, I can’t play like this.” My breathing picked up at feeling his hands on my naked body.

“You can and you’re going to.” His hands slid up my inner thighs. When his fingers came into contact with the clamp pinching my clit, a spark of pleasure slammed into me.

“Oh...my...”

“I’ll remove the clamp soon and then give you a break until the next weekend we do this but first, I want you to embrace the pain,” he murmured in my ear. While some of the nerve endings in my clit were damaged, we had found different ways for me to feel pleasure in that part of my body.

I chewed my bottom lip to keep from crying out as Cyrus flicked the clamp lightly. He had been teaching me that pleasure and pain could go hand in hand when it was with the right person.

“Keep playing, pet,” he demanded, wrapping his other hand around my throat. With his fingers that were still between my legs, he tugged at the clamp until my hips were writhing back and forth.

A moan escaped me, spots dancing in my vision. The controller fell from my hand, landing on the floor with a thud.

“That’s it, baby.” He kissed my temple, still pushing and prodding at that clamp.

I gripped the blankets on either side of us and began moving my hips in tune with his fingers.

Just when I thought a release was coming, he pulled the clamp off of my clit. The sudden rush of blood flowing to that spot, forced a scream from my lips. The orgasm was hard, ripping through me like nothing I had ever felt before.

Cyrus rubbed at my clit, massaging the swollen nub.

When my shaking body finally calmed down, I fell back against him.

He grunted his approval, lifting me onto his lap. “I never gave you permission to come, pet.”

My eyes snapped open, forgetting about that rule when he shoved his pierced cock into my throbbing body. “I...” I whimpered. “I’m sorry, Sir. I forgot.”

“That’s fine.” He shoved me forward, pushing me face first into the mattress. “I’m just going to have to teach my pet a little lesson,” he growled in my ear, fisting my hair. “Ask me what kind of lesson.”

“What kind of lesson, Sir?” I repeated, my voice shaking.

I could feel his lips pull into a smile against my temple as he reached between us and brushed his thumb over the tight spot at my rear. My eyes widened at what he was suggesting.

“You never said this was a hard limit, pet,” he murmured. “Isn’t that right?”

I swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir. That’s right.” We had played with butt plugs, but not once had he even suggested fucking me there.

Everything was on the table unless I said otherwise. Until then, we played and tried everything, and this was no exception.

“Your nervousness turns me on.” He kissed my cheek. “Safeword, pet.”

“Cyrus.” We had agreed that while we spent that certain weekend each month, living out the Master and slave relationship, I wouldn’t use his first name. If I did, everything stopped, and we talked about it.

I brought that word, his name, the name of the man I had fallen in love with so long ago, to the forefront of my mind and kept it safe as a just in case. But I had a feeling that I wouldn’t need to use it.

“Good girl.” Cyrus ran his hands to my breasts, tugging on the clamps pinching my nipples. “I love you, pet,” he said, kissing the spot between my shoulder blades.

“I love you, Sir.”

While he took his time with me, I couldn’t help but wonder what our future had in store for us but one thing I did know for sure...

We rescued...

...each other.

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