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JAMIE

I lean back against the dresser, watching her slowly remove her clothes. At this pace, it’s as though she’s testing how long my control will hold. My body’s primed, and my patience is wearing thin. Once the bra comes off and those incredible breasts are on display, I push off the dresser, unable to resist any longer.

Her stiff nipples jut out, begging to be sucked. I capture the soft slope of her breast and raise it. Bending, I run my tongue over the tip, enjoying the way her flesh quivers as she draws in a shaky breath.

Raising my head, I keep my gaze fixed on her tits. “Put your hands on your head, Sauce, and lower your eyes to the floor. Then arch your back.”

After a beat, she complies. The pose makes her breasts an offering. And I’d happily worship at their altar. I squeeze her silky flesh before stepping back. Tonight is about more than slamming my cock into her for a quick release. We’re going on a journey together.

Grabbing the steel circular nipple clamps from the bedside table, I counsel my heartbeat to slow the fuck down. This is not a race. And yet, I sometimes feel as impatient as I was my first time, as though I haven’t fucked scores of women and played wicked games many, many times.

I apply the first circular clamp, gently screwing it tighter and tighter until the pinch makes her gasp. Following suit on the other side, I watch the way her breasts sway as she takes deep breaths and tries to steady herself.

“Your body was made for these games. It’s a shame filming is off the table. Watching you get fucked is something every man needs in his life.”

She shudders, but her breathy response is terse. “I’m not a prop.”

“No, but you should be.” My teasing tone does nothing to disarm her.

Her shoulders move forward as if they can ease the pinch. Her right hand rises to a clamp but before her fingers can touch the screw, I push it away.

“Don’t touch what doesn’t belong to you.” Running my fingertip along the undersurface of one heavy breast, I emphasize the point. “Your body is mine, not yours.”

I lick her nipple and then blow on it, knowing that’s little relief. If she wants to stop me, she’ll have to use her safeword, and from the restless shifting of her hips, I doubt she’ll do that before I make her come. Even without the restraints, she’s trapped, and I think she’s starting to realize it.

Her teeth sink into her lower lip, biting down as if to help distract from the erotic discomfort between her legs.

Leaning closer, I whisper, “Your body gives you away, Sauce. It won’t be long before you’re so far gone, you’d let me bend you over a table in a crowded room, pull your knickers down and fuck you raw amid the cheering.”

The noise of her unsteady breathing fills the air, but she shakes her head.

Reaching between her legs, I cup her pussy and rub the heel of my hand over her clit. “You would, yeah. We both know the way your pussy aches for my cock. I could convince you.”

Her pupils are dilated to the size of saucers. Sawyer may wish she didn't want to play the whore for me, but she does.

“Get on your knees, little girl.”

She remains rigid, seemingly begging me to punish her. Brushing my lips over the shell of her ear, I tease her clit with my fingers.

“If you want me to make you come, you’d better behave.”

“I want to have sex right now.” Sawyer licks her lips. “And play after.”

“Not happening. On your knees, or I’ll tease you and leave you on the brink all night.”

Her tone is vicious as she lowers herself. “I hate you.”

“Not as much as you will.” My voice teases in the way that under other circumstances might invoke a junk punch. Turning serious again, I say, “Take out my cock and suck it like a good girl.”

Her frustrated whine makes me smile. Her mouth is not where she wants me, but she nevertheless unzips my jeans and frees my dick. Swallowing hard, she leans forward and opens her pretty mouth.

* * *

SAWYER

It’s impossible to understand why arousal burns inside me at the sight of his erection. Sucking him off isn’t going to satisfy my needs, and yet, I’m hungry to get him in my mouth. With every move, the painful throb in my nipples grows stronger. I desperately want him to remove the pincers and replace them with his mouth.

I moisten my lips and then take his cock’s smooth head between them. Enjoying the texture, I swirl my tongue over it before pushing my face forward. His blazing hot shaft fills my mouth and I trace the length of him, finding the ridges made by his veins.

“Mmm.” With deep pleasure in his voice, he says, “Just like that.”

I worship his cock as his hand slides into my hair and strokes my scalp in silent encouragement.

It doesn’t take long for his grip to tighten on my hair. His thrusts take on a driving rhythm. Hollowing my cheeks, I concentrate on stroking him as he enters and pulls back.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Plunging deep, he chokes me on his cock until my eyes water and my vision blurs.

When he pulls back, I gasp for breath. A second later, he repeats the move. Soon, he’s fucking my throat so deeply all I can do is concentrate on catching my breath in between his thrusts.

He sets a punishing pace, and my eyes water from the strain. My fingers grip his calves, squeezing as I start to become dizzy. And through it all, my pussy clenches like a fist. I am desperate to have him fuck me like a goddamned beast.

Without warning, he pulls me off his cock and sets me back on my heels. I drop onto my palms so the top of my head brushes his sac. For several long moments, my breathing is so harsh I can’t hear anything else.

His hand under my chin pulls me up, so I’m kneeling with my butt on my heels. “Well done, Sauce.” Exhaling audibly, he strokes my lower lip with his thumb. “Go lie on the bed.”

Thank God.

I want him to hurry but resist the urge to say so. Rushing him isn’t really in my best interest. From the other nights I’ve had sex with him, I know when I let go and lean into the loss of control, something incredible happens.

Lowering myself to the mattress between the black leather restraints, I wait.

Jamie sheds his clothes and climbs on the bed. When he grips my left wrist, excitement overwhelms me. But I’m a little torn, too, as he secures it in the cuff. His golden body is so gorgeous, my fingers are greedy for his muscles. I love touching him. As the second restraint closes on my other wrist, I lose my chance.

He pulls the slack from the chains, and my arms are pulled overhead and locked in position. The tug on my muscles and joints causes butterflies in my stomach. This is serious. And seriously sexy.

Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabs a stainless steel bulb, a small silicone-capped vibrator, and a pump bottle of lube. Gooseflesh erupts over my entire body, and my breath becomes short.

“Spread your legs, little girl. It’s time to really break you in.”

I obey without a moment’s hesitation. Whatever this is, I want it.

He drizzles silky oil onto the steel plug and anoints my asshole with it. I suck in a startled breath. For some reason, I’d thought that was going in front.

The smooth cold steel circles my ring.

My excitement falters, and I start to try to bring my legs together. “I’m not sure?—”

“Get your knees apart.” His tone is dark and demanding. “You’re my toy. I can play with you however I want.”

His ruthless filthy talk makes my pussy weep. Absolutely irresistible.

With a pounding pulse, I ease my knees apart until they’re resting on the bed. Jamie takes advantage of how open I am. With steady pressure, he slides the plug into me, stretching my asshole and making me want to come unglued from how frazzled I feel. The sex toy doesn’t hurt, but I’m acutely aware of its position inside me. And the fact that this is a warm up so he can eventually put something bigger there.

With slow sips of air, I stare at the ceiling, willing my mind to fly free. To reach that soaring place.

Jamie lies next to my left side and moves into my field of view. His blue eyes lock with my brown ones, and his fingers splay over my belly, which is knotted with nervousness and arousal.

There’s a dark light in his eyes. “You like it, don’t you?”

My voice is breathy and a little unsteady. “I don’t know.”

The corner of his mouth curves into a mocking smirk. “Don’t lie, Cranberry Sauce.”

“It makes me uneasy.”

His hand moves down, and he slides two fingers into my pussy. “It also makes you drenched.” As his smile widens, the shadows make his eyes look blue-gray. “You’re almost too fucking perfect for me. It fills me with the urge to do things to you I’ve never done to anyone.”

“Like what?” I whisper.

“None of your business, plaything.” His teasing tone eases the tension slightly.

He unscrews one of the clamps, and the rush of blood into the blanched nipple makes me groan. Then he lowers his mouth and sucks it as he turns on the vibrator. When he slides the smooth vibrating head through my juices and it comes to rest on my clit, I scream from the trio of excruciating sensations… his mouth, the plug, and now the vibration. It’s overwhelming.

My arms fight the chains, testing their strength. There’s no give at all.

He ignores my struggles and my mounting desperation.

Using his left hand, he unscrews the other clamp and sucks the tip of my breast into his mouth. My nipples have never been so sensitive in my entire life.

The vibrator’s relentless hum against my clit tips me over into a shockingly intense orgasm. My screams turn into guttural moans as I come.

Jamie moves between my open thighs and pushes his cock into my pussy while it’s still spasming.

Oh, God, this … This is what I want.

Continuing to come while he fucks me with punishing thrusts, my mind unspools until the white ceiling turns colors.

Until my heart feels like it’ll explode.

And like I’ll die if he ever lets me go.

* * *

JAMIE

I can’t get enough. Of her. Of being inside her.

Late in the night, I position Sauce facedown over a bolster in four-point restraints that have her limbs forming an X and lay a black leather strap in front of her face.

“Ready for your punishment?”

Her teeth bite down on her full lower lip in a pose that vacates most rational thought from my mind. She is so fucking luscious. And has natural instincts for falling into a scene.

When she doesn't speak, I slap her ass a few times with my hand, raising color to warm her up.

“You can’t listen to Ashling instead of me without paying for it.” Picking up the strap, I make it sway.

Her voice is a hoarse whisper. “You’re not playing fair.”

“Never said I would.” I stroke her spine with the strap. “I’m not sure you want me to. Let’s find out.”

The first pair of sharp spanks causes her to clench and cry out.

I pause, waiting to see if she’ll use her safeword. Or stop grinding her pelvis in that telltale way, conveying how aroused she is.

Continuing in a steady rhythm, I watch her ass turn bright red as marks bloom over her flesh.

When it’s time for her to stop me, she doesn’t. Sauce must not realize she should, even though from the shaking of her shoulders I can tell she’s breaking down.

I lay the warm strap across her back, surrendering the game. Sawyer can be stubborn as fucking hell.

“Look at me, Cranberry Sauce.”

When she doesn’t move, I grasp a handful of her hair, raise her head and turn it for her. I’m not rough, but there’s no way she could resist, either.

There are tears spilling down her cheeks, but she presses her lips between her teeth, refusing to make a sound beyond the sniffling.

My thumb brushes away a tear that tracks down her cheek. “We’re done.” I catch a drop on my fingertip and suck it off. The salt dissolves on my tongue, and I wonder why I like it. “You could’ve stopped me anytime. You remember the safeword, right?”

After a nod, she whispers, “To hell with that.”

My brows rise. Whatever sets some people apart and makes them hard to break, she has it. A willingness to play with fire… and never regret it.

The obsession I’ve barely been keeping at bay can no longer be denied. There is something inside Sawyer that I have to have.

Leaning closer, I give her a slow kiss on the mouth as I release her from the restraints. “If we aren’t careful, hell may be exactly where we’re headed.” My throbbing cock is impatient to fuck her again, but I can’t shirk my responsibility to provide some aftercare.

Rising, I go to the nightstand and grab the soothing lotion. After squeezing some onto her, my hand drops to massage it into her flaming cheeks.

With a hiss of pain, she pushes my hand away and rolls onto her right hip, so her swollen ass is out of reach.

“It’ll make you feel better, Sauce.”

“I feel fine,” she lies.

After a moment, I set the bottle on the nightstand. “When you change your mind, let me know. Until then…” Grabbing her shoulder, I force her back onto her stomach and push her knees apart so I can kneel between them.

“Are you serious?” Her voice is laced with righteous skepticism.

“Indeed. Unless you say the word that’ll stop me.” I lick between her shoulder blades. Then I tease her pretty pink cunt, marveling at how hot and slick it is. My cock is so hard I could use it as a crow bar.

Lowering myself, I rest my pelvis against her ass, pushing the plug a little deeper as I enter her.

She groans, and her voice is raspy. “You’re a fucking monster.”

My fingers slide into her hair, and I lower my mouth to the side of her face. Sucking on her earlobe, I thrust deep inside her. With a plug in her ass, her pussy’s even tighter than usual. From her gravelly moans, I know I’m not the only one enjoying that.

“Some women are made to be fucked, and you’re one of them.” After sliding my hand under her, I find her clit and stroke it in rough circles.

Her breathing grows jagged and raw.

“I’m gonna use you all night, until you’re whimpering and sore. Then I’m going to fuck you all over again.” Husking a breath into her ear, I thrust harder and deeper, banging against her cervix. “I hope you didn’t have a workout planned for tomorrow because even walking is going to be difficult.”

That threat tips her over. Her breath catches, and her pussy clenches around my cock, trying to get me to spill my seed.

I fuck her harder, and she squeezes my dick as she comes, biting down on the sheet to muffle her cries.

My pace intensifies in my quest to come inside her before she’s done coming.

Breaking Sawyer with pain doesn’t appeal to me. But breaking her with pleasure definitely does.