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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

VICTORIA

A FEW DAYS LATER

“Madame… I… I ca… can’t,” Elena pants as I repeatedly thrust into her again, causing the bulbed-end of the strapless dildo inside me to grind against my G-spot. I don’t heed her plea. I can’t… Instead, I grip her hips and increase the depth of my slow, hard thrusts. Every drive of my hips forcing both of us to the brink again. “My sweet girl can take everything I give her,” I urge, my words soft and tender, knowing she’ll use her safeword if she has truly met her limit.

Ever since I told Conor I wanted to explore my submission with our arrangement, I’ve been compelled to push Elena’s limits—subconsciously clinging to my dominance as though I’ll lose her submission the second I give myself over to him. I have been so much rougher and more demanding with her than usual—my need to claim her growing only more feral as tomorrow night grows closer.

Holding her thighs open as I fuck her, I rub my thumb over her clit. Overwhelmed with pleasure, her eyes roll back into her head, and a near silent whimper blows over her quivering lower lip. Her hips buck toward my hand, her body demanding more even as her brain screams that she’s had too much. “Vic…” My name breathlessly trembles from her with a pained moan when I pull another orgasm from her. So many tonight that even I have lost count.

“One more for me,” I demand, against her soaked pussy as I firmly rub my thumb in circles around her swollen clit. I know she’s at right at her limit, her safeword resting on the tip of her tongue as I continue to push her further than I have for our whole relationship.

“Yes… Ma… Madame,” she pants between labored breaths. Teasing her with the tip of the dildo, her thighs begin shaking in my firm grip. She’s so fucking gorgeous like this . Sweat beads her along her hairline, and tiny droplets rest above her upper lip. Beneath it, the pouty lower one quivers like her legs, the countless string of violent orgasms absolutely wracking her beautiful body.

Slowly pressing the entirety of the dildo protruding from me into her, I stroke her flushed cheek and whisper, “That’s my good girl.” A small smile tugs at her lips with my praise, and I want nothing more than to kiss them as I drag her over the edge a final time.

Bending my body over hers, I kiss her heaving breasts as I undulate my hips . When I claim her mouth, she repeatedly fills mine with her whimpers, the release I’m demanding from her growing closer with every thrust. Sliding into her slow and deep, I brush my lips over hers again. Unable to hold back my own impending orgasm, my sputtered cries blow over her face. Struggling to keep my rhythm, I kiss along her neck. “Let me watch you come again, sweet girl.”

Lightly kneading at her ample breast, I roll her tight nipple between my fingers as my other hand slides into her damp, matted hair. “That’s it,” I praise, watching the euphoric bliss spread over her face. She grips my waist and pulls me deep, her body spasming beneath me as she loses control of herself again. Staying where she wants me, I brush my hand over her cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”

“So are you, Madame,” she tenderly cups the side of my face. Staring into my eyes, she whispers, her voice cracking, “I love you.”

After carefully pulling the dildo from her and then myself, I toss it to the foot of the bed before settling on the mattress and pulling her into me. Leaning against me, she shifts with unease. “What’s wrong?” I ask, knowing immediately that something is plaguing her.

She worms her way closer to me until there is no longer room for air between us. Stroking her hands over my bare skin, she lies, “That’s it. I love you, Vic.”

“I love you too, sweet girl.” I kiss the words against the top of her head. I would press the matter, but I am near certain she’s struggling with the same ailment as me. Conor fucking Evans. Our life is perfect. Fulfilling. Had I chosen any other man at that auction, we likely would’ve had our night of fun with a third and fell right back into our little bubble of bliss.

Instead, I chose him. Powerful. Alluring. Charismatic. And full of a fucking magnetism that has us both being pulled back to him. Fucking dickmatized. Both under the spell of his massive pierced cock. That must be it. After a few enjoyable romps with him, Elena and I will get him out of our system, and things will go back to how they were.

While I stroke her hair, Elena falls asleep, nuzzled against me. Listening to the soft sounds of her slumber—and being equally exhausted—I’m close to sleep myself when my phone buzzing jostles me awake.

“Vic?” Elena mumbles, still half-asleep.

“Shhh… It’s nothing,” I whisper, reaching for my phone and wondering who is possibly texting me this late. “Go back to sleep.”

I lift it from the bedside table and swipe it open to find two text messages from Conor spread over the past hour. I was so enthralled with Elena I must not have heard my phone.

CONOR

155 West 53rd Apt 32C

The doorman will be expecting you at 8pm

8pm is good

I’m about to set the phone back on the nightstand when I realize there’s something neither of us have discussed.

Will you have condoms, or do I need to supply them again?

We don’t need them.

Yes, yes, we do.

We have no idea who else you’re sleeping with.

And while you might be clean, you DO realize that neither of us had any reason to be using contraception until you came into the picture, right?

Fair point…

I will pick some up tomorrow

It’ll be at least a month before we contemplate not having them in the picture.

I’ll be counting the days.

I shake my head at his audacity.

And then we can discuss it.

Nah… You’ll be begging me to slip into you bare…

Telling you what a good girl you are for me…

As you beg me to claim your pussy.

I swallow hard as I read his texts, unable to deny the physical reaction they cause between my legs. Flustered, my thumbs slide across the screen, typing and deleting as I try to find a proper response.

Keep dreaming.

I don’t have to. The two of you will be here tomorrow night.

See you soon, cailín dáigh