likes it fast and hard. Inside you should rub upward. If you felt inside her…” he paused. “You would apply pressure there with every thrust or two of your fingers.”

“I understand.” Iron was closer. His voice was next to Mira, about hip level, and he was breathing faster and heavier.

Mira could hardly think. She bucked against the restraints. She couldn’t move much at all. She moaned and tossed her head. Two fingers breached her pu**y and pushed back in. The fingers slowly eased deeper inside her.

Mira threw her head back, moaning louder as Flint started to f**k her with his fingers as his thumb picked up the pace while rubbing her clit. He applied pressure against her G-spot just as he’d explained to Iron. It was too much.

Her body tensed and her muscles clenched when pleasure exploded through her body. Mira cried out Flint’s name. Her vaginal walls clamped down on Flint’s fingers, twitching. The cl**ax continued since Flint didn’t ease up on her cl*t though he had stopped f**king her with his fingers. His fingers were locked inside her as her muscles twitched around him.

“Damn,” Iron groaned.

Flint’s thumb released the pressure on her cl*t as he removed his fingers from her body. Mira went limp, trying to catch her breath.

“I told you,” Flint said softly. “Have you learned enough?”

“I want to watch you possess her.”

She heard Flint nearly snarl, sounding really angry. “I think I more than paid the debt, Iron.”

The man hesitated. “I’ll leave you then. Thank you, Flint.”

“Thank you for releasing me from the contract.”

Mira heard the doors open and then shut. The bed dipped as weight shifted on it. The sound of clothes rustling was distinctive. “I’m going to possess you,” Flint growled.

“He’s gone?”

Flint reached up, shoving away the blindfold. Their eyes met as he came down on her, entering her body hard and fast, burying himself balls deep in her pu**y. Mira cried out in surprise and pleasure. Flint’s pants were just shoved down his thighs. She was soaking wet, ready for him, as he started to f**k her hard and deep. He braced his arms next to her head. The fact that she couldn’t move, had no control, that she was totally at Flint’s mercy wasn’t lost on her, but to her shock, she was really turned-on by it.

“I’ll make this up to you later.”

She couldn’t talk. Flint was pounding into her body. The pleasure was almost painful. She stared up into his face with, fighting the urge to shut her eyes to feel the bliss of him but she wanted to watch Flint’s face. His eyes were closed and then she saw an almost agonized look on his face a second before his body tensed as his mouth opened. He jerked inside her with every spurt of se**n that shot into her as he came.

Flint’s beautiful eyes opened when he stopped moving his c**k inside her. His expression was solemn.

“I knew I wouldn’t last. I felt the need to claim you and I got too turned-on to hold out.”

“It’s all right.”

He chuckled. “I’ll make it up to you in our room.” He shifted his weight so he could balance on one arm.

He eyed the restraints and then slowly grinned. His gaze lowered to hers. “Or I could make it up to you now.”

“I’d like to go back to the room.”

He smiled. “You can’t stop me though, can you?”

She stared at him, unsure of what he would do. He smiled wider as he backed up so he knelt between her spread, tied-open thighs. His eyes lifted and she saw his sexy eyes narrow.

“How many times can I make you come for me?”

She was speechless. She didn’t know the answer. Flint chuckled as he reached for her, his fingers teasing her clit. He never looked away from her.

“We’re going to find out.”

Her heart pounded as Flint’s other hand reached up her body. His fingers cupped her breast. He squeezed hard enough to make her moan but he didn’t hurt her.

“I never want you to forget who you belong to, Mira. I’m going to make you come over and over again.

Sometimes I’ll f**k you between bouts of you screaming out my name.”

“Flint,” she moaned.

“That’s right. Tell me you belong to me.”

He pinched her clit, teasing it by giving light tugs as the thumb and finger of his other hand repeated the same action to her nipple.

She was turned-on again. “I’m yours, Flint. I belong to you.”

“Don’t ever forget it, Mirasia Carver. Never run from me again.