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I’m nearly putty, though, when she puts her tongue in my ear. Echoes of her breath fill my head, consume me, making me hers all over again. I can’t believe this is how easily I succumb to someone like Ira Mathison. If only I had more willpower…

Who am I kidding? I want this. I always want this.

“Well? Do you enjoy it, Katie?”

“Yes, my King,” I whimper. She’s so strong on top of me. It doesn’t take much manipulation to get me ready and open to her. I may not be wet enough to take whatever she’s offering at the moment, but hey, give me five more minutes. And cut me some slack. I just got out of the shower.

A shower that could never be as exhilarating as this.

“Do you mean that? You’re not saying that to please me, are you? You won’t be punished if you disagree.”

The words fall from my lips before I think. “I love being dirty for you, my King.”

It’s disconcerting how easy it is for me to say these things when she gets me like this. Granted, I’ve become a lot more comfortable with it over the past few weeks, but when I stop and think about it, everything is overwhelming.

Everything.

“Do you want me to have every part of you?”

She sounds so far away, even though she’s right here, breathing into my ear and threatening to take me to new heights – whatever that means. “Yes,” I mutter, waiting for her to explain what’s going on. I know I can lie here and take whatever comes, but the tone of her voice tells me it may be best to experience it without words.

Ira kisses a trail of adoration down my back, stopping at the top of my ass solely to remove my shorts and place her lips against my skin. I grasp the bed, moaning as her tongue slips into my opening.

Which one? Both of them.

It’s not the first time. The first time she played with my ass, I thought I was going to say my safe word. But once I was able to relax, I realized… well, a tongue, a finger, and even a tiny toy didn’t feel so bad. In fact, it felt pretty good.

Now I press my face against Ira’s bed, thinking this is one of the reasons I took a shower.

I stop thinking that as a mild orgasm takes me over. Not enough to send me to the moon, but enough to clear my mind and make me feel connected to my generous Domme.

Oh, and enough to make me wet.

“Keep looking forward.” Ira kneels between my legs. Clothes move against her skin. Since I can’t look back, I can’t see her body emerge from her clothes – only hear her move and feel her settle against my thighs.

She’s swapped her prosthetic to the Avalon XL, and I’m not even blinking. Of course she has. Why wouldn’t she? It’s what we both want.

Although I’m not surprised when she eases into me, I still gasp, Ira Mathison once more making sure the world – and I – know to whom I belong.

A girl could get used to having her partner do whatever she wants to her. A woman could start liking a Domme taking her over, making her call her King, and using her whenever she likes. A sub, meanwhile, would revel in the constant passion and adoration her partner delivers.

“You’re so tight tonight,” she mutters, urging me open, insisting that I take all of her. Not hard to do. “Would’ve thought I spread you open pretty well earlier.”

“Uh-huh…” Excuse me. I’m a bit preoccupied.

I expect her to go faster. Harder. Grunt into my ear until she comes, with or without me. I don’t mind feeling possessed like that. We’ve had sex so much this week that it doesn’t even matter anymore. Go ahead, Ira, make sure I know my place in your bed.

I’m both frustrated and bemused when she pulls out at the cusp of my orgasm. Powerful lips crash against my neck, my shoulder. The Avalon rests on top of my ass, and the only thing keeping me from grinding back against it is this collar I’ve accepted as being the only thing that matters in this world.

“Please, my King,” I whimper. “Let me finish.”

Foolish Kathleen. You thought that was going to work?

“You’ll finish.” Ira leans back and pulls my ass into the air, my head still resting against the bed. “Under my conditions.”

Oh, of course.

I’m left staring at the bedspread as she hops off and rummages through her drawer of goodies. I know what to expect now. With my ass up in the air like this? Only a matter of time before she brings back that little vibrating egg and shoots me to the stratosphere.