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  “You need a good fucking,” she murmured.

  “Yes, Ma’am….”

  She pretended to consider her options, though of course she’d already decided what was going to happen. She’d been thinking of it, off and on, for the past few days. How to make this last, but more than that, how to make him come.

  Chastity play had never appealed to her before Damian, because Bette liked cock too much to deny herself. What she’d long known about herself, though, was how much she got off by providing pleasure. To her, orgasms were a tribute, an obeisance. They were the physical proof of the worship she expected, and from Damian, received. So, as far as Bette was concerned, if locking up his dick in a metal cage and keeping the key around her neck gave her boy pleasure, she was willing to play with it. Besides, it wasn’t like she didn’t get her own orgasms whenever she wanted them — from his mouth. His hands. If she wanted his cock, she took it and locked him back up, afterwards, sometimes without letting him finish. It had become fascinating to her, this long-term denial. Still, nothing was as sweet to her as making him explode, and she needed that worship and adoration tonight, to chase away the lingering melancholy.

  Getting on the bed behind him, she bumped her cunt gently against his ass. She dug her nails into the meat of his hips, then smoothed her fingertips over the crescents she’d left behind. “Tell me how that plug feels.”

  “Good. Really good.”

  She reached between their bodies to grip the emerald base of the toy, rocking it gently inside him. She didn’t fuck him with it — they had other toys for that. But she did pull it out the tiniest bit before seating deep inside him again. He pushed back against it when she did, and when she reached around to stroke his cock at the same time, Damian cried out. A plea. A prayer. She eased back, teasing him but also herself. After four weeks without climax for him, it could be over in a minute or so. She needed it to last longer than that.

  She ran both her hands over his ass cheeks, feeling the firm muscles. Smooth skin. She let her tongue follow the path she’d made with her fingers, nipping and nibbling his sensitive skin. He cried out again when she bit at the backs of his thighs. His hips thrust. His cock leaped.

  “Please!”

  “Please, what? Please let you come? Or please keep teasing you?” Bette laughed and tugged at his hips. “Turn around.”

  He did with a rueful laugh of his own. Both kneeling, they faced each other. She put her arms over his shoulders, linking her hands behind his neck.

  “Ma’am, I’m not going to last very long if you keep doing all of that.”

  She kissed him and took his lower lip between her teeth to tug until he winced. She licked the spot she’d bitten. “You’ll last as long as I want you to.”

  “Yes,” Damian said. “Yes, I’ll try.”

  “On your back.”

  Bette crawled up his body with a trail of kisses and bites and licks and reveled in Damian’s symphony of sighs and moans. She made her way up to straddle his face and brushed her cunt against his open, eager mouth. She gripped the headboard, looking down at his face between her thighs. His eyes were closed. He palmed her ass, pressing her closer so he could feast. She thought about holding back. Making him work for it…but she wanted this orgasm. She needed it to chase away the lingering memories that had plagued her all day without reason. Lost in this pleasure, here and now, what was real would have to replace what had ended. It had to, she thought, and then let the pleasure push away anything else.

  Bette slipped her hand down to tangle her fingers in the softness of Damian’s blond hair. Guiding him. It was too short to really pull, but she did her best to hurt him a little. Just enough to make him squirm. His hands moved over her body, and behind her, she could feel him thrusting upward, into empty air. She laughed, knowing how frustrating it must be for him. How much he wanted to climax, but couldn’t…quite…manage.

  His tongue flicked against her clit, light pressure. Tantalizing her. He switched to a steady rhythm with the flat of his tongue, and that was it. She couldn’t hold back, she didn’t want to, the building ecstasy flooded through her, overwhelming, and she came hard, shaking and crying out a name she bit in half before it could make its way past her lips.

  In one smooth motion, she shifted to move down Damian’s body so she could slide him inside her still-clenching cunt. She cried out again, wordless this time. No matter how many times they fucked, she’d never gotten used to the size of him.

  Riding him, she kissed his mouth. Softly at first, then hard enough to bruise. She fucked him faster, grinding herself onto him so that her clit rubbed his taut belly. He filled her so deep it was almost painful, but the pleasure outweighed the discomfort.

  She came again, slower this time. Ripples of pleasure washed over her, and she arched. She pulled him close to kiss him again, stroking tongues. A gasp for breath. A moan.

  Damian kissed her, slowing the pace. He rocked inside her with shallow strokes, teasing her and himself with the tip of his cock before pushing back deep inside her. He closed his eyes, mouth thinning in concentration. Bette gave herself up to this moment and to this man. She opened her body to him. What had been fierce and fast became gentle. Making love, not just fucking.

  “Come for me, love.”

  He opened his eyes at the command. Damian came, shuddering and murmuring not Ma’am, which was how they’d both agreed he should address her whenever they were alone, but her name. The sound of it was foreign in his voice and caught her by surprise, enough to send another rippling aftershock of desire through her. She bent to kiss him again, then collapsed onto him with a long, contented sigh.

  They stayed that way for a moment or so, his arms around her. He stroked her hair, down her back. Her face pressed to the side of his neck, Bette closed her eyes and breathed him in. Wishing, wishing that he could be enough.

  She moved off him to curl at his side. Damian pressed his lips to her shoulder and rested one hand on her belly for a moment before he moved it down to cup her pussy. She smiled at the protective gesture. She might own him, but there was no doubt that Damian thought of her as his.

  They lay in silence, dozing. She’d begun to slip into a dream when she roused herself to look at him. She watched him smile with his eyes closed.

  “I didn’t think you’d…” he murmured without opening his eyes.

  Bette waited a second or two, wondering if he was sleep-talking. “What, love?”

  “I didn’t think you’d let me inside you.” Damian looked at her.

  She wasn’t sure what to say about that at first. She stroked his cheek, her heart leaping when he turned his face to press a kiss to her palm. “After four weeks, I needed you inside me.”

  His smile lit him slowly from the inside, like watching a pile of tinder catch fire, but there was an edge of sadness in it. “That’s not what I meant.”

  She didn’t answer him.

  “I should take a shower,” Damian said after a moment. “And…do you want me locked up again?”

  He sounded hopeful. Bette reached between them to stroke his cock. “Can you make it to five weeks, this time? What do you think?”

  Damian shivered, pupils dilating. He wet his lips with his tongue. “For you, Ma’am, for you, I’ll try.”

  Chapter 3

  The second time he kissed her was in a shadow-dark hallway, both of them edging forward and away from each other, until finally she let him pull her close.

  They danced, the way they’d done the first night they met. His mouth found the curve of her neck, and he nibbled there, making her sigh. Then, moan. His hands on her, moving, restless.

  And she, oh, she could not get enough of him. Up against the wall. Her hands on his belt, tugging. Unzipping. She needed him in her hand, her mouth, she needed him inside her. His fingers slipped beneath her dress, under her panties, finding her slick and wet and ready for him, and he fucked into her.

  It was not enough.

  With him, she would learn, it