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of Champagne. She had loved this man with everything
that she was. He had been her whole world.
    Could she feel that way again?
    You already know the answer.
    Matt pushed the vibrator into her
as far as it would go then he left it there. Her whole torso seemed to buzz
under the combined vibration of the battery operated devices. She tried to hold
on, to maintain some sort of control but reality was fast slipping away. She
inhaled sharply as Matt lifted her hips with his strong hands and lowered his
head to her groin then began to suckle her clit. His lips were warm and soft,
his tongue was hot and persistent.
    She shook with the effort of
resisting orgasm.
    “Master! No…please no…I can’t take it… I need to orgasm.”
    The unrelenting attention on her
nipples, in her pussy and over her clit was just too much to bear.
    He lifted his head a fraction.
Megan saw the power in his eyes. The delight he found in having total control.
    “Then come for me, sweet sub.
Come now.”
    Sweet words and even sweeter
actions as he lowered his head again, squeezing her buttocks tightly. He pushed
back the hood of her clit before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud and
Megan writhed on the marble surface as she allowed herself to let go. Her
nipples ached yet tingled. Her pussy was full of the powerful vibrator as it
pummeled her g-spot persistently. And her clit throbbed with the sweetness of climax
as ripple after ripple of ecstasy flooded through her and she gave herself up
to the most powerful orgasm she had experienced in years.
    When her shuddering finally
slowed, Matt stopped the vibrator and removed it then cleaned her with the
sponge again.
    “I’m going to stop the nipple
clamps now. Are you ready?”
    “Yes.” She was stunned by the
extreme pleasure that she had just experienced. Her connection with Matt was
overwhelming. He had known her as a girl then as a young woman. He had been her
first and initiated her into a whole new realm of sexual adventure. But the way
she felt about him was more than just physical. So why had she abandoned him?
Why hadn’t she believed that he was innocent when he had been accused of an act
so awful that he’d been sent to prison?
    Could she ever forgive herself
for turning her back on him? Furthermore, would he ever be able to forgive her?
    Matt was no angel, it was true.
He had been a bad boy. He didn’t play by society’s rules in many areas of his
life. At one point, that hadn’t mattered to Megan. Hadn’t
mattered at all. But when she had gone away to college, she had seen
another way of life. A life where people did play by the
rules and avoid trouble and conflict. Yet that type of life didn’t
always work out either. Matt and his motorcycle club, they looked out for one
another. Looked out for their women and their families.
    And Matt had always looked out
for her.
    She trembled all over. Partly
from the intensity of her explosion, partly from cold as the perspiration dried
on her skin and partly from distress as the painful thoughts crept back in.
    What was it that she so feared?
Not being normal ? Not living life on
the straight and narrow?
    Perhaps.
    But she suspected, deep down,
that it was more than that. She feared her own heart. Feared
being so deeply and madly in love with Matt. She knew that he
experienced a lot of female attention. Although she had seen him literally swat
the hangers-on away like flies when they’d been together. She didn’t believe,
really, that he had ever cheated.
    But he could.
    And there was the way that the
Night Warriors had always attracted police attention. The local force was
always looking for ways to pin crimes on the motorcycle club. Even with all
that the bikers did for Cherub. What had happened with Matt was a perfect
example. Yet, part of her mind nagged at her. What if, that one time, he had been guilty? It was too awful to contemplate.
His lawyer had managed to get him off after he’d served six months and Megan
suspected