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still wearing that plug.”
    I writhed
against him, impossibly turned on by the idea, and he dipped his
head to take one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard, then
flicking the hardened nub with his devious tongue. While he
transferred his attention to the other breast, I ran my hands
through his dark hair and pulled his head closer.
    After teasing
and tormenting, pinching and stroking my nipples until I panted, he
returned to my lips for a brief, hard kiss. “God, you looked
fantastic locked into the stocks, wearing a blindfold and waiting
for whatever I chose to do to you. I nearly gave up on the cane and
took you right there.”
    Another zing
of pleasure travelling down my spine, straight to my clit, I began
to unbutton his pants. He groaned as I pulled down the zipper,
freeing his hard cock—he hadn’t bothered to put on underwear before
donning the leathers.
    “Permission to
give you that blow job I promised earlier, Sir?” I whispered
against his lips.
    With a hungry
grin, he grabbed my head and guided me down, an order I was more
than happy to comply with. After tugging off his pants and casting
them aside, I took his cock into my mouth and ran my tongue up and
down the vein on the underside. Marc cursed softly and entangled
his fingers in my hair, guiding me up and down his shaft while I
sucked and licked. Gratified when he grew even harder against my
tongue, I moaned and took him as deep as I could.
    “Fuck, Nell…”
His thighs tensed on either side of me when I cupped his balls,
squeezing just slightly. I flattened my tongue against the spot
just beneath the rim of his cockhead, and he sat up abruptly,
pulling me up too, almost before I could process what was
happening.
    “I need to be
in you right now.” He kissed me savagely as he guided me to
straddle his lap. His cock pulsed against my hot, needy pussy, and
he groaned, palming his shaft to hold it ready for me. “ Now ,
Eleanor.”
    I sank down
immediately and cried out at the sensation of him pressing inside
me, seeming thicker than usual because of the added pressure of the
butt plug filling me.
    “Oh, my god…”
It was almost a sob, but I couldn’t help it as I took him in all
the way to the base of his cock. “So full…”
    Marc cupped my
face in both hands and kissed me breathlessly, shakily. “You feel
so tight around me. Fuck…”
    Tentatively, I
rose up again and sighed at the delicious friction. “Mmmm…”
    Marc gripped
my hips and pulled me down again, exhaling hard against my throat.
“More.”
    I was in
complete agreement with that, and sped up, rising and falling on
his cock, almost at the edge within a minute as he cupped my
breasts and nipped each hard peak hard enough to hurt. The
frustration of not being able to get off was intense, and I took
him harder, whispering obscenities as each thrust shifted the plug
in my ass and stimulated my G-spot.
    Marc pressed
down hard on my clit, and I practically screamed my release,
jerking in his arms as I came harder than I ever had, my ass
clenching around the plug as my pussy squeezed his cock. Marc dug
his fingers into my back as he bucked up into me, taking his own
pleasure with a low growl.
    Boneless, we
fell back against the mattress, breathing hard. I quivered with
aftershocks that felt like mini-climaxes in the wake of my orgasm,
bliss suffusing me. With a slightly unsteady hand, Marc pulled the
plug from my ass and I came again in fast, clenching waves of
pleasure.
    There was only
one thing I could say.
    “Holy
fuck…”

Chapter
Six
     
     
    A while later,
when we’d both calmed down and roused ourselves from our
post-coital daze, Marc kissed my forehead.
    “Time to take
the collar off, Nell.”
    To my utter
mortification, a lump grew in my throat. Shifting so that my back
was to him, I closed my eyes against a sudden, inexplicable wave of
emotion, tears pricking my eyelids. Instead of speaking, I held my
hair out of the way so he could reach the collar’s