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her throat.
    “I hope I get a kiss for that?”
    “You’ll get whatever I think you deserve Sub.” He was strict giving no hint of his plans for her or what rewards he’d allow her to have. And he landed his hand on that tight ass once more.
    She turned drawing closer hoping to gentle him some. He seemed so tense. “I’ve missed you so much Trenton.” She leaned in. She could smell him and her mouth remembered his taste. He was everything a man was supposed to be. And she ached for his touch once again. “What is it you want tonight Dominus?”
    “I want to be fucked.” He growled. There were no mincing words, he never held back his needs.
    “Then what are you waiting for? Why are we leaning against the post?” She pulled out a condom wrapper and passed it to him. And with that Trenton had her by the arms and was forcefully steering her towards his booth. The brute strength of his fingers wrapped tightly around her arm had her burning for him, growing wet for more of his brutal touch. Yes, Trenton would finally be hers again.
    Trenton didn’t bother locking the glass doors to his booth; he barely made the effort to grab the remote and darken the tint on the glass before leading Mercedes over to the pillow top chairs and pushed her down over its back. His feet kicking hers apart as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out.
    “Get ready Mercedes… I’m in no mood for gentle.” He warned her as he rolled the condom on, jerked her thong strap free, pressed the thick tip of his cock against her wet pussy and pushed in. He bent over her and shoved again, sinking all the way till his belly was slapping on her ass. He backed out gripping her hip in one hand while his other tangled into her hair forcing her head back and he slammed into her again one deep forceful stroke. He picked up the rhythm, in and out he plunged inside her cunt like a jack hammer and just as he said, he was not kind or gentle. He wanted hard fucking and hard fucking was what he delivered.
    Mercedes was in pure ecstasy feeling his thick cock slam into her very depths, stretching her to take him. His demanding raunchy sex… that was what she liked. None of the romance, or soft silks, she liked leather, she liked it hard and naughty. She craved getting fucked in alleyways or against a tree in the park. She liked steel, especially Trenton’s steel. Damn he felt good. She had always loved his cock, loved how he could fuck like a bull. She pushed back to meet him, doubling the force of his impact and she moaned out load for him.
    “Oh yes Trenton—fuck me. Fuck me harder.” She cried out.
    Trenton gritted his teeth; he didn’t want to hear her calling his name he had only wanted to get some physical release. He slammed into her again driving into her. He pushed her head down, pushed at her shoulders till she was completely submitted over into the chair, her ass pointed up at him as he sank his cock in her over and over, gritted his teeth against the pressure she allowed him to deliver.
    “Yes. That’s it, fuck me hard. Make me yours again Dominus.”
    “Dammit Mercedes keep your mouth shut while I fuck you.” He cursed, his hands gripping at her hips holding her as he pumped harder and faster into her. Damned he was close, but he'd have to pull out soon, he wouldn’t put it past her to prick the condom, looking to get knock up these days by any man with enough money to satisfy her lust for spending. He eased back some and leaned over her, “What’s in your purse Mercedes? What kind of gear you got with you tonight?”
    “Sorry Dominus I’m not well equipped tonight.”
    “ Mmmm — too bad. I’d fuck your ass if you had been packing some gel.”
    “My pussy still hungers for more of you.”
    “But I don’t.” And with that Trenton didn’t just stop he pulled out and she moaned at the loss of him. Trenton stepped back looking at her enjoying her humbling position there bent over the back of the chair. He recalled a time when