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flower?”
“Oh, God, yes!”
“Do you want to come? Do you want to lose yourself all over the only cock that can please you?”
“Yes! Please!”
“And do you want me to make you mine?”
Jasmine sucked in her breath, her body shaking on his. “Yes, sir! Please come in me, sir!”
Ethan grabbed both her hips and pulled her onto him, forcing himself as deep as he could go before going at her as if it were the last chance in his life.
Oh my God, I am a fucking sex toy right now. Those were her favorite moments when wearing the collar. Love and romance existed outside of this crimson band around her neck. Right now her sole purpose was to serve her Master, and she best did that by existing and being as sexually available to him as possible. This meant letting him fuck her on a stranger’s couch to prove he was the most alpha man in the house.
That especially meant that.
It also meant opening herself up to him, taking whatever he gave her. His thrusts, his passion, the seed he gave her when he came. The first shot hit her the moment she sank back onto him, catching her deep, hitting her with incomparable warmth. It was also the moment he grunted so loudly that Jasmine was sure everyone in that house heard them have barbaric sex.
It made her come.
“Ethan!” She matched his thrusts, willing his cock to empty within her, wanting him to let loose every drop into her core. That’s when she felt the closest to him, physically. Even when turned away from him. Even when looking at the carpet instead of into the eyes of her boyfriend. “Oh my God!”
He continued to pound her from behind, the sounds of their skin like a thunderous drum in Jasmine’s head, all through her orgasm. Ethan had stretched her with his cock to the point it was almost painful for him to remove himself from her. But he did so, almost immediately, admiring his handiwork as it spilled from Jasmine and threatened to join another couple’s mess.
“Not too bad,” he said, smug.
Jasmine looked over her shoulder, her body aching for more. “Please fuck me again…” she whimpered. “I need it, sir.”
“I’m sure you do.” Ethan pulled her skirt down, however. “Later. For now, you can be content with that.”
Except she wasn’t content. That was the problem!
Chapter 7
Monica
“Did you hear that?”
Henry sat up, three chains hanging from his hands. Monica was halfway to tied up, her arms hooked behind her back and her ankles twisting to gain purchase on the bed. “No,” Henry said, going back to wrapping chains around his fiancée. “I didn’t hear anything. What was it?”
Monica shifted on her legs, trying to reclaim the tenderness she felt only a few moments ago, when her Henry started kissing her bare shoulder and tying her arms behind her back. The chains Monica packed in her suitcase were her favorites for traveling. They fit nicely into any nook and cranny, and airport security didn’t think “kinky” at first glance. No, that judgment was saved for whatever sex toy or vibrator she managed to get in there. Or handcuffs. Handcuffs were great for trips in the car, no matter where they were in the world. Pretty soon he’ll have Topped me on every continent. That included Antarctica.
“I thought I heard some moaning.” Monica quickly went back on her words. “I mean… not the fun kind. The creepy kind.”
Henry tugged on the chains. They were loose enough around Monica’s wrists that she could release herself from them at will… but why would she? A woman like her preferred the pressure of, “You belong to me, and I get to do whatever I want to you.” When Henry lied her down on the bed, straddling her hips as he removed his shirt, she smiled.
“I think this place might be haunted.”
The white shirt Henry wore that day dangled from his hand. For a man about to toss it over the side of the bed, he now looked like he didn’t know what to do with it. “That’s a
“Oh, God, yes!”
“Do you want to come? Do you want to lose yourself all over the only cock that can please you?”
“Yes! Please!”
“And do you want me to make you mine?”
Jasmine sucked in her breath, her body shaking on his. “Yes, sir! Please come in me, sir!”
Ethan grabbed both her hips and pulled her onto him, forcing himself as deep as he could go before going at her as if it were the last chance in his life.
Oh my God, I am a fucking sex toy right now. Those were her favorite moments when wearing the collar. Love and romance existed outside of this crimson band around her neck. Right now her sole purpose was to serve her Master, and she best did that by existing and being as sexually available to him as possible. This meant letting him fuck her on a stranger’s couch to prove he was the most alpha man in the house.
That especially meant that.
It also meant opening herself up to him, taking whatever he gave her. His thrusts, his passion, the seed he gave her when he came. The first shot hit her the moment she sank back onto him, catching her deep, hitting her with incomparable warmth. It was also the moment he grunted so loudly that Jasmine was sure everyone in that house heard them have barbaric sex.
It made her come.
“Ethan!” She matched his thrusts, willing his cock to empty within her, wanting him to let loose every drop into her core. That’s when she felt the closest to him, physically. Even when turned away from him. Even when looking at the carpet instead of into the eyes of her boyfriend. “Oh my God!”
He continued to pound her from behind, the sounds of their skin like a thunderous drum in Jasmine’s head, all through her orgasm. Ethan had stretched her with his cock to the point it was almost painful for him to remove himself from her. But he did so, almost immediately, admiring his handiwork as it spilled from Jasmine and threatened to join another couple’s mess.
“Not too bad,” he said, smug.
Jasmine looked over her shoulder, her body aching for more. “Please fuck me again…” she whimpered. “I need it, sir.”
“I’m sure you do.” Ethan pulled her skirt down, however. “Later. For now, you can be content with that.”
Except she wasn’t content. That was the problem!
Chapter 7
Monica
“Did you hear that?”
Henry sat up, three chains hanging from his hands. Monica was halfway to tied up, her arms hooked behind her back and her ankles twisting to gain purchase on the bed. “No,” Henry said, going back to wrapping chains around his fiancée. “I didn’t hear anything. What was it?”
Monica shifted on her legs, trying to reclaim the tenderness she felt only a few moments ago, when her Henry started kissing her bare shoulder and tying her arms behind her back. The chains Monica packed in her suitcase were her favorites for traveling. They fit nicely into any nook and cranny, and airport security didn’t think “kinky” at first glance. No, that judgment was saved for whatever sex toy or vibrator she managed to get in there. Or handcuffs. Handcuffs were great for trips in the car, no matter where they were in the world. Pretty soon he’ll have Topped me on every continent. That included Antarctica.
“I thought I heard some moaning.” Monica quickly went back on her words. “I mean… not the fun kind. The creepy kind.”
Henry tugged on the chains. They were loose enough around Monica’s wrists that she could release herself from them at will… but why would she? A woman like her preferred the pressure of, “You belong to me, and I get to do whatever I want to you.” When Henry lied her down on the bed, straddling her hips as he removed his shirt, she smiled.
“I think this place might be haunted.”
The white shirt Henry wore that day dangled from his hand. For a man about to toss it over the side of the bed, he now looked like he didn’t know what to do with it. “That’s a
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