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I had no idea what Kensington was about to do, but it would be awful. I was right. When Kensy dropped to the floor and began to crawl on her hands and knees, I heard Keeley cut off a moan. Ben had a low growl rumble in the back of his throat. I elbowed him so he would stop. Reed was silent.

Vadzim perked up when he saw her. He was sitting astride the spanking bench he’d been restrained to. My hate for the bastard kept growing. He smiled at her. It was like he forgot he was a captive in the same hell he created to hurt her in. He called out to her.

“That’s it, KenKen, coming to your Worship. I know you’ve missed me and our games. I know I have,” he crooned as if they were in some kind of loving relationship, and she actually wanted what he had in store for her. He’d taken something that might be a scene from a BDSM couple and perverted it. There was no consent or communication involved. I had to clench my hands.

When she got to him, Kensy stayed on her hands and knees. She kept her head down, not making eye contact. I felt us all tense when he reached down and placed his hand under her chin. Vadzim tipped her chin up and said, “You may look upon my magnificence, my pet.”

She raised her eyes to him.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t tell you how much I miss you when I’m gone. It’s been too long. I have a special treat for you this time. Tell me. Have you missed me? Do you want the treat your Worship brought you?” Vadzim asked.

“I did miss you, My Worship. But I don’t know that I’ve been good enough to be worthy of your treat.” Her voice was soft, and you could tell she hated what she said by how tense her body was, but her tone and face made it seem like she was asking for approval.

“Why would you say that? Have you been bad while I’ve been gone? Slava said that you didn’t eat well. You know I don’t like it when you don’t do as I ask. I want you to stay the perfect, beautiful pet that I received.” His tone was stern this time.

“I know you do. And I’ll try harder. I don’t think I’m worthy of your treat because while you’ve been gone, I’ve tried to find ways to help you. I don’t know if what I thought of will work. I hate to disappoint you.”

“Tell me what you thought of. I like that you want to help me.”

“May I sit with you and touch you, Magnificence?”

Bile crept up in the back of my throat. Keeley grabbed my arm and held on. Reed was breathing faster. Ben was red in the face but still and quiet.

Boyko smiled graciously at her as if he were a king and she was a lowly subject who pleased him. “Yes, you may. Thank you for remembering your manners.”

Kensington slowly stood and then gingerly sat on the bench in front of Vadzim. I was happy that the earlier outfit of a skimpy nightie she’d had on had been replaced with sweats and a T-shirt her sister had found upstairs.

As if my thoughts were transmitted to him, Boyko noticed what she had on, and he frowned. “Remove those awful rags. You know what you’re permitted to wear when I’m here,” he snapped.

“I’m sorry. I have a surprise underneath these rags. That’s why I put them on,” she hurried to tell him. Standing back up, she removed the shirt and sweats. I swore I heard Ben’s teeth grinding together and saw the steam coming out of Reed’s ears. When Kensy was finished, she sat back on the bench, wearing the purple see-through nightie from earlier, which left almost nothing to the imagination. Her courage was incredible.

Boyko’s frown became a smile. He reached out and ran his hand down her throat to her chest. He paused to squeeze her breast. I had to grab Ben and Keeley to stop them from moving.

“That’s much better. Now, tell me what you have been working on.”

“I wanted to be able to help you get more pets for their owners. I think so many more should be so lucky. I have ideas on how to attract them and get the word out, but I have no idea how to make it succeed because I have no clue how your supply lines work. Where are they, and how can we add more? Are there enough people in the various positions to handle an increased load? My work is numbers, and solving problems that involve numbers is my specialty. That’s what I was doing when Mona introduced us, remember? I wish my Worship would let me help him make his business the largest in the world. Imagine how many people—owners and pets—we could unite.”

Her voice was mesmerizing. The way she looked at him made you think she totally adored him and wanted to make him happy. I didn’t know if I could have acted that way. What had he forced her to endure? What script did she get this from?

Boyko cast his gaze over at us. “Why are they here? They’ve invaded our home. They killed my men, including Slava.”

Shit, this was about to go south. I was about to move when Kensy answered him.

“They came because I wanted them to. I hope you won’t be mad, but I convinced Slava to let me call my sister. She’s been so anxious to find me. You know I didn’t have a chance to tell her I was leaving to be your pet. She thought I was gone against my will. I had to show her how well you care for me and that I want to be here.

“When we talked, I found out she had hired some men to find me, and as part of their investigation, they came across very upsetting information, My Worship. It was so terrible.” She hung her head.

“Tell me. What did they find?” he snapped.

She glanced back up at him. “They discovered a plot to take your business away from you. It was a massive one. Not only was Slava involved, but so were Mona, Michael, and your bodyguards. I was stunned that Nikita was part of it. They couldn’t allow them to do it, so they came here and set up an ambush. They tied you up to trick them and make them talk. I’m sorry, My Magnificence. I hope they didn’t hurt you. I’ll have them let you go as soon as possible.”

I stood there over the next hour as she continued with the submissive yet dominant way she handled him. He was enthralled with her. While she had to let him touch her body, and he made her touch his, which was damn sickening to watch, there was no actual sex or physical harm to her. In the end, he happily babbled to her about his supply chain and more. When she asked if they could work on her plan tonight while he was there, he blew us away by telling her he kept it all secured on a jump drive. It must be where Mona got her idea.

Slowly, she got him to speak to us and accept that we wanted to help. I fetched Mona’s laptop, which we had used earlier. Boyko removed a leather cuff-like bracelet from his wrist. There were ornate metal pieces going around it. I was shocked when he removed the center one to reveal that it had a cleverly hidden jump drive. No one would ever think that the cuff hid something.

He happily chatted about his pipeline and how he would love to expand it. Ben and I told him we had connections that would allow that and more. We bragged about our MC and military connections, which made Boyko grin. Thank God we both had undercover experience. I worried that Keeley and Reed would blow it since they didn’t, but they did surprisingly well. I was impressed.

Two hours after Kensington started the crawl on the floor, we had his drive open and were going through his files. I wasn’t an expert like Aryan was, though, so I had to ask if it was alright to bring him in. I directed it to Boyko, but it was Kensy I asked. Her slight nod told me it was fine. She pushed Boyko to allow it. In the end, he did.

We distracted Vadzim by talking about meeting with our bosses and getting them to work on this while Aryan checked the files and downloaded them to our secure servers. By the time he gave us the thumbs-up, I was sick and ready to be free of the stench of Boyko.

As evil as he was, he was just as mentally unstable, and his dependence on and dominance of Kensy was unfathomable. But she played her part in a way that got us the information we needed to dismantle his entire operation, and we hadn’t tortured it out of him. But now that we had what we needed, all bets were off.

“We’re good,” I said so everyone could hear. Instantly, Kensy was up and moving away from Boyko. Her sister followed her. Ben, Reed, and I stayed where we were.

“My pet, come back here. I don’t like you so far away,” Boyko called after her.

She swung around to face him. She came stomping back. Her pleasant, submissive attitude was gone. In its place was a fire-breathing dragon. I clearly saw her sister in her. She pointed her finger and jabbed him repeatedly in the chest as she yelled at him.

“Don’t you ever call me KenKen or my pet again! My name is Kensington, but you’re not allowed to use it. To you, I don’t exist. You’re a disgusting, perverted piece of shit who should be eradicated from the earth. No one wants to be forcibly taken and controlled by a monster like you. To be humiliated, beaten, and raped repeatedly for your entertainment. You make me sick. The thought of you touching me makes me want to flay the skin from my body. There’s not enough water and soap to wash you away. But I will get the satisfaction of watching you suffer before you die!” she screamed.

She was shaking by the time she finished. Keeley hugged her close. Suddenly, Kensy jerked free of her sister’s hold, and she let out a scream as she threw herself at Boyko. Her fingers became claws as her long nails raked his face, leaving her marks behind.

“How does it feel?” she shrieked.

Next, she rushed to the wall that held all the various whips and floggers. She grabbed one that looked painful as hell. It had several leather stands with sharp metal barbs at the ends. She swung it as hard as she could. Boyko was still stunned by her change in attitude, so he wasn’t fast enough to avoid the impact as it hit his back. Not only did it shred his silk shirt, but it did the same to the flesh on his back. Blood quickly soaked the shirt.

“How dare you!” he bellowed.

He went to stand and go after her, but Ben and I grabbed him and forced him back onto the spanking chair. He fought but was no match for us. We got all four cuffs secured and then moved away.

“Do whatever you want, sweetheart. Make him hurt and bleed,” Ben told her.

Kensington had an almost unholy light in her eyes as she let all her pain, rage, and disgust out on the cause of it. I couldn’t imagine what she’d suffered, and what I could imagine made me want to make him hurt and bleed for months. But we didn’t have that kind of time. There was always the chance that those looking for Keeley would find this place. However, our prepper experts had done a great job of erasing any signs of a trail.

Kensy kept switching out whips and floggers. Blood was everywhere. Boyko’s screams had become whimpers. I wasn’t sure how much more he had in him before he died. I was about to tell her enough, and I’d end him, but I was beaten to it. It wasn’t Keeley or Reed, who I knew wouldn’t bat an eyelash at finishing the monster off. It was Ben who went to her. We didn’t hear what he whispered to her, but she listened, and in the end, she nodded and dropped the whip on the floor.

She moved back far enough that Ben could do whatever he had planned. He walked behind Boyko. His flayed back was a bloody mess. Ben removed a knife he had on his belt. It was long and wicked. Leaning close, he whispered in Boyko’s ear and then slowly carved the word RAPIST into his back. Boyko screamed hoarsely the entire time since Ben’s cuts went deep.

When Ben was finished, he grabbed Vadzim’s hair and yanked his head back to make room for the knife to be slid across his throat. It took very little time for Boyko to gasp his final breath. As he did, Kensington burst into tears and fell to her knees. Keeley ran to her. Ben stood there, visibly torn. He wanted to go to her, but this was probably a time she needed her sister.

“Let’s leave them alone. Once she’s ready, we’ll get her cleaned up and make sure this can’t be traced back to us,” I told him and Aryan, although they already knew.

“How can someone do what he did to her, and God knows how many before her? And then to sell people to others, who, let’s face it, are likely worse than he was. I need to do something, but killing him isn’t enough. What can I do to help her?” Ben asked.

The way he said it made me take a closer look. What I saw had me asking Aryan and Reed to go upstairs. I told them we’d be right behind them as they climbed the stairs. I told Ben, “You be there for her. If she needs a friend, then you be a friend. If she needs a sparring partner, a shoulder to cry on, whatever, you be it. You can help take down this organization and others like it if the chance arises. And when the time is right, you let her see what she means to you and that you’re there as more than a friend.”

He jerked as he made eye contact with me. “Beau, I don’t know what you’re—”

“I’m gonna stop you right there. I see the way you’re already so invested in her. It’s been hours, Ben. I recognize the symptoms. I was the same with Keeley. Unfortunately, in your case, you’ll have to bide your time. I have no clue how long it’ll take her to heal. If you’re not able to hold out until she does, then walk away and stay away. She doesn’t need to be hurt. Either give her all your loyalty and fidelity now or go.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here no matter how long it takes,” he snarled.

I smiled and slapped him on the back. “Good.”

The women were still crying together.

“Keeley, baby, we’re going upstairs. Come up when you’re ready.”

Her lifted hand told me she heard me and understood. It was hard to leave them there, but we did. We had work to do to cover up our presence here.

???

Three months have passed since that awful night in the cabin in the Bitterroot Mountains. Thankfully, we’d not only found Keeley safe, but we found Kensy. The memory of that night and what happened in that basement would be with us for a long time. There were no regrets over how it ended.

After the women had rejoined us, they went upstairs to the guest bedroom and showered. We found them clothes to change into. The weather had cleared, and we were able to bring in a helicopter to transport all of us out of there before we were discovered by search and rescue or anyone else.

The pilot was Lance. I found he was the one who’d brought Ben and Heath from Pullman, Washington. They’d been following a lead that would help clean up the mess we’d found, thanks to the Pagan Souls in Cherokee a while back. It was due to Mace’s woman, Jessamy, that we’d discovered what was happening there. It seemed that everywhere we turned these days, we found ourselves involved in dismantling human trafficking rings. They were never-ending. We’d shut down one, and ten would take its place. It was thankless and depressing, but we kept trying. Maybe if enough people did, we’d get a handle on it one day.

The beautiful cabin had to be burned to the ground, which was unfortunate. It was a gorgeous place, but we had no choice. It was the only way to eliminate all the DNA and prints. As for the bodies, sometimes it was good to have contacts that would clean up for us. They were the ones who came in and not only got rid of the bodies but arranged the fire. I didn’t ask questions. I just made the call.

We had Lance drop us off in the opposite direction of the cabin and then began our trek back to the command post. They were astonished to see Keeley and us all in one piece. Lance had taken Kensy back to the rental. Reed and Ben had gone with her. We explained their absence as they’d gone in another direction, and we’d have them meet us at home. I saw Becarra and Keeley’s team give us puzzled looks, but they kept their mouths shut.

When they asked about who her kidnapper was, she lied and said she never saw his face and was unconscious the entire time. When we’d tracked them to where the guy was holding her in a hunting cabin, he’d run when he saw us coming. Some of us tried to catch him, but he knew the woods better than us. In the end, he eluded us. Flimsy, sure, but no one could prove it. Lucky for us, in the direction we came from, there were cabins scattered all through that area that hunters used.

Since no one found him or any bodies, the case remained unsolved. The fancy cabin that burned in the opposite direction raised eyebrows, but there were no bodies, and a faulty generator was found to be the culprit. The owner was mysteriously missing, which made the authorities wonder if he had something to do with his cabin burning down for insurance money. It wasn’t our best cover-up, but we had to work fast with this one.

There were many unanswered questions and work to be completed, but it was slowly being resolved. With lots of help from other agencies and friends, we dismantled all of Boyko’s organization, arresting or permanently eliminating those involved, both employees and customers. There had been a few rescues, which were always a celebration, even though they were heartbreaking at the same time.

As for Kensington, she was slowly healing and was seeing a therapist several times a week. We’d moved her things back to Missoula so she could be with Keeley. There was no way, with what she suffered, that I could ask Keeley to move to Virginia to be with me. Instead, I moved to Montana. I had to admit, while I missed seeing my friends, I loved it there. Who knew, maybe when Kensy was ready to be on her own again, Keeley and I might stay in Montana, or we could move to Virginia and get Kensy to come with us.

Another thing that still had to be resolved was Ben and Kensy. He was around as much as the job permitted. And when he was, he spent most of his time with her. She seemed to light up when he was there, which was good if he would later claim her once she was ready. I stayed out of their relationship, and Keeley did the same. I assured her that Ben wouldn’t hurt her sister. He had his own fucked-up history that he’d have to share one day with Kensy. He was uniquely suited to understand her. Until then, he took as many assignments as possible, which allowed him to eliminate more of Boyko’s pipeline and business.

We did not want to wallow in the ugly and what-ifs. We were living our lives for the future and happiness. Along those lines, Lennox finally got the hint that he had no chance with Keeley and stopped bothering her. On my end, the move to Montana had ended Constance bugging me. I rented out my townhome to a couple. If we moved back to Hampton, I planned to buy or build us a house. We’d taken a trip back to introduce Kensy to the bosses and their families and another one to meet my brothers and sister—that one we did in Dublin Falls.

As part of our celebrating life, I had special plans tonight. Ben was in town, and he and Kensy were staying at a hotel. There were two bedrooms, of course, but that meant Keeley and I had her place all to ourselves. The two of them were in on my plan.

While Kensington kept Keeley busy all day in town shopping and going to the spa to be pampered, I set the scene at home. It was dark when Keeley came driving up to the house. I’d gotten the text from Ben telling me she was on her way for the night not long ago. He wished me a great night.

When Keeley came through the garage door, she called out to me. “Honey, I’m home. You won’t believe what Kensy did. She told me to come home without her because…” Her voice petered away when she walked into the living room and saw all the candles.

I was standing there dressed nicely, although sans the tie and jacket. I held a dozen rainbow-colored roses. When I went to the flower shop to pick flowers for tonight, I saw them, and they were so vibrant and eye-catching that I had to have them.

“Beau, what’s going on here?”

“What does it look like? I’m setting the mood to have a romantic night at home with my beautiful woman.”

“Is this why Kensy is staying in town tonight with Ben?”

“It is.”

“Okay, well, that answers that question. All she said was for me to go home and let her be an adult. Well, I have to say, this is a great surprise. And those are gorgeous,” she said as she walked over to me.

Before giving her the roses, I kissed her, making sure she could feel my hunger for her. I showed her as much as possible with how she made me feel, but it was even more important tonight.

I reluctantly broke it. I gave her the bouquet. She buried her face in it and inhaled deeply.

“I love the smell of roses. I know it’s cliché, but they’re some of the best flowers to get. Thank you. And these colors. I’ve never seen those.”

“Me neither, so I had to get them. If you’ll follow me, Ms. Mills, I have more for you.” I tucked her free hand over the crook of my arm and walked her into the dining room.

There were more candles there as well, and the table was set with everything needed to make it a fancy dinner. I wasn’t the best cook in the world, so the food had been made by one of our favorite places in town. I wanted privacy rather than to share it with the whole restaurant. I seated her, then took her flowers and placed them in the vase of water I had waiting for them.

“Stay right here, and I’ll be back,” I told her.

In the kitchen, I got our first course—Caesar salad and homemade warm rolls. I loved that Keeley loved her food. She didn’t eat a lettuce leaf and drink a glass of water, then she was full. She savored whatever she ate.

The dinner progressed with the main course—Japanese roast chicken with baby carrots, bok choy, and bacon-wrapped scallops with quinoa. We liked both of them, so I splurged and got both to share. They made a lemon olive oil cake for dessert that we both loved. It might not sound too appetizing, but it was fabulous tasting.

She was ready to cuddle with me on the couch by the time we were done. I knew it would lead to a sexier time afterward. It was summer, so there was no fire tonight. I told her to go to the living room and I’d be there. She perked up when I came out with a bottle of champagne and flute glasses. I poured us each one and then gave her one.

“Beau, this is more than a nice dinner at home. What’s going on? It’s not my birthday or Valentine’s Day. I know it’s not your birthday. What am I missing?”

“Keeley, you know I love you and that we’ve started our lives together here. Everything has been wonderful, and even though we still have things that need to be resolved in one area, I know it’ll be done. I don’t want us to wait any longer. Life comes with no guarantees. The reason for tonight is I wanted to ask you something.”

I put down my glass while I talked. When I stopped, I slid off the couch to one knee. Her eyes widened, and she clasped her hands together. I reached into my pants pocket and took out the ring box. I flipped the lid open and held it up to her.

“Will you marry me?” I asked.

I barely got it out of my mouth before she dove onto me. I fell back on the floor. She was frantically kissing me. I kissed her back. Eventually, she settled and sat up far enough I could get to the ring and get it out of the box. Her hand was there waiting for me. I slid it on. Kensy had helped me with her ring size, so it was a perfect fit. Her favorite color was purple. I found a nontraditional engagement ring. It was a purple sapphire set in the middle of small white diamonds. The way she stared at it in wonder, I knew I’d made the right decision. Her sister had seen it and assured me she would love it.

“Is that a yes?” I teased her.

She gave me a smoldering look. “That’s a yes. And to show you how much it’s a yes and how much I love the ring, and this whole evening, I’d like you to come with me.”

She stood up. As I got to my feet, she snagged the champagne bottle and began sashaying down the hall to our room. The master bedroom was on the first floor, and the other two bedrooms and a bathroom were upstairs. She kicked her shoes off in the hallway, so I did the same and removed my socks. When she entered the bedroom, the bottle went on the nightstand, and she inched up her top and removed it. I admired her lovely tits held so lovingly by the hot pink lace and satin bra. Her jeans were next. As she was removing her clothing, I took mine off. When we were both down to our underwear, she stopped.

“I want you to remove yours first,” she told me.

Watching her simple striptease had gotten me hard. I gladly shoved them down to fall at my feet. I palmed my cock and slowly stroked as I waited for her to get fully naked. And I knew my handling myself would drive her crazy with desire. I made sure to twist my hand over the head. She moaned and never took her eyes off my hand and cock as she quickly got rid of her panties and bra. It was my turn to stare and moan. I never got tired of seeing her body. She was perfect for me.

Letting go of myself, I padded over to her, but I stopped short of touching her. “This is your one chance to tell me if there’s anything you want me to do or not do tonight. Otherwise, it’s all up to me,” I warned her. I was taking command the way she loved.

“There’s nothing off the list. As for what I want, I just need you to show me how much you love and want me,” she said softly.

“I can do that. Get on the bed, on your back, hands under your ass cheeks, and head over the edge,” I ordered.

She practically ran to it and got into position. The hands part was new. I wanted her to trust me when I fucked her mouth. She needed to know that I’d always make sure she was safe. Her eyes stared up at me. I saw nothing but trust and desire in them.

I took my time. I fondled her tits and got her nipples standing in hard nubs. She wiggled and moaned. Playing with them always got her wet. She kept making a sound that told me she was dying to have my cock in her mouth, but I held off as long as I could. When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I gripped the base and tapped the head against her lips.

“Open.”

She did it immediately. Before inserting it, I painted her lips with my precum and told her, “Lick them clean.”

Her little pink tongue came out and thoroughly cleaned them. As soon as she was finished, I pressed the head inside. She began to suck and lash it with her tongue. She knew how I liked my cock sucked. She drove me wild as I would advance and then retreat. She’d make a disappointed sound when I withdrew, leaving only the head in there. But she’d tease me to come back with the way she sucked and gently nibbled on it.

Soon, I had no choice but to see how far I could go and how long she could let it stay in her throat, depriving her of oxygen. With her hands underneath her ass, she was totally at my mercy. I didn’t abuse her trust. I knew her signals and how long she could hold out. I’d hold it for a second or two longer to amp up the excitement. Then I’d draw back and let her breathe. As we did that, I was still giving attention to her tits and as much of her as I could reach.

Toward the end of my restraint, I leaned over her, yanked her thighs apart, and sucked hard on her clit. She exploded and came. She tried to scream, but my cock was in the way. The vibrations of her doing it made my balls tingle and tighten. I withdrew before I came. I wanted my load to go somewhere else tonight. As I stood and pulled out, she sucked hard. I tapped her cheek.

“Naughty. I have plans for that load of cum. It’s not for your mouth tonight, baby. But I promise, you’ll like where it’s going.”

“I know I will, but I love to taste your cum, honey.” She pouted.

I dropped a kiss on her lips. “I know you do. Be good and do everything I tell you, and I’ll let you have it before morning.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile.

It was a turn-on for me to have such a strong woman submit to me. I was far gone in the need to come, but this talking helped me pull back. I sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

“Climb up here and ride my cock,” I demanded.

Her breathing increased as she scrambled to straddle me. This way, I could see her face as we fucked. I held myself erect and notched the head at her hole. She slowly sank down, twisting her hips as she did. Again, she knew what I loved the most. Then she’d throw in a tightening of her inner muscles, which made my eyes almost cross at the pleasure of it. When I was buried to the hilt, I held her there. She wanted to move, but I refused to let her. Her gaze was begging me to permit her.

“Do you remember that fucking machine we saw on that website not long ago?”

Her pussy contracted around me as more moisture bathed my cock. “Y-Yes, what about it,” she stuttered.

“I want you to show me how you’d fuck it if we got one. Not that I’d let you use it all the time since I want your pussy riding me, but on special occasions, it could be fun,” I tempted her. I knew Keeley was adventurous, and we’d introduced several toys into our play since we started sleeping together. She was game for almost anything. I let go of her hips.

Jesus Christ, she went wild. She rode me hard. It was all I could do not to come and get her off but hold back myself. I applied my thumb to her clit and rubbed it while I licked and sucked her tits. It took only a couple of minutes for her to orgasm and flood me with her dew. I gritted my teeth and fisted the sheets to stop from blowing my load.

When she was finally done, she lifted her head from my shoulder and frowned. “You didn’t come that time, either. Is something wrong, baby?” I heard the worry in her voice.

“No, there’s nothing wrong. I want you to lie on your belly with your legs over the side.”

She shakily got off me. As she got into position, I stood and got in my nightstand drawer. I came out with lube and a medium-sized butt plug. We’d been playing with anal for the past two months. It started after she voiced her desire to know whether she’d like it. I started out with fingers and then progressed to different sizes of plugs and dildoes. She would come, and it was explosive. Sometimes I’d fuck her with whatever I was using and get her off, and other times I’d have a toy in her ass as I fucked her pussy. The one thing we hadn’t done was my cock in her ass. I’d been waiting for the right time. This was it.

She held her cheeks spread so I could lube her asshole and then the plug. Then I worked it into her ass. She moaned and hissed a few times, but the way she pressed her ass toward me told me she wanted more. When it was all the way in, I worked my cock back into her pussy. She was still soaked. I thrust in, and then when I pulled out, I pushed the plug into her ass. I did that for maybe a minute, and she loved it. Suddenly, I stopped, withdrew, then took out the plug. I tossed it on the stand.

Seeing the champagne bottle, I had an idea. I grabbed it. “Hold your cheeks open,” I demanded.

She was watching me over her shoulder as she did. Seeing that little dark hole beckoning me, I poured some of the champagne in her ass. She moaned, and her eyes slid shut. Perfect. Quickly putting the bottle back, I notched the head of my cock to that opening, and I pressed inward. Her back arched, and she gasped as her eyes flew open. Her mouth was open.

“I thought it was time to fuck this sweet little ass that’s been driving me wild for weeks. Is that alright, baby? Can I fill this asshole full of my cock, then my cum?” I asked.

Her moan was long, and when she answered, her voice was husky.

“God, yes, I’ve wanted you to do that, but when you didn’t, I thought you didn’t like it.”

I pressed further, breaching the first ring and then the second. She hissed. I didn’t slam it into her, even though I wanted to. I took my time, but when I was fully inside, we were both panting. My control was fraying.

“Hang on. Tell me if you want me to slow down or stop,” I muttered, then I inched my hips back. The feel of her incredibly tight ass, the slight fizz of the champagne, and the way she was crying out for me to do it harder, I let loose, and I fucked her. The sight of my cock moving in and out of her ass was incredible.

“I fucking love you, Keeley. We’re not having a long engagement, so do whatever you have to do, but I want you to be Keeley Powers before the end of the year. And when you are, we’re stopping the birth control.” She’d gotten on some after we got Kensy back. She thought it would be wise to wait to have a baby until her sister was more settled. I agreed.

My thrusts sped up, and we were careening toward a spectacular orgasm. Suddenly, she clamped down on me, screamed my name, and started to come. It triggered my balls to tighten, and I bellowed as I shot my cum into the tightest ass I’d ever been in. She milked me dry. When we were both done coming, I slumped over her and placed a kiss on her neck.

“I love everything about you, Keeley.”

“And I love everything about you, Beau. Especially your dominant attitude in bed.”

I chuckled as she giggled. I couldn’t wait to see what the next forty years brought us. No matter what, I knew I’d survive it as long as she was by my side. Who knew that seeking retribution would lead to this?

The End Until Benedict’s Rejuvenation Book 5 of the Dark Patriots