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“Yes,” she rasps.

I yank on the leash until she has no other choice but to lift onto her knees. Then I growl into her ear, “Beg harder.”

Chapter 23

Haley

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

My ass is plugged. My pussy is full. My tits are sticky with his cum. My thighs won’t stop shaking. My entire body is a live wire.

I’m so desperate, I can barely hold myself together. It’s overwhelming. And the clamps on my nipples bring me just enough pain to drive me insane with pleasure, too.

I did this to myself.

I teased, taunted, and went overboard tonight for Cole. And the price is my sanity.

“Please,” I scream-beg. “Please let me come, Daddy.”

Cole positions me on his lap and reaches around my waist. Suddenly, there’s an intense vibration against my clit.

Straddling him in reverse cowgirl, with my thighs spread wide, the collar around my neck pulled tight enough for me to work for each breath, I grow dizzy with lust. And that vibrator sends me right over the edge.

Coming hard enough to skip my next life, I scream, cry, shake, and convulse against Cole. I squirt all over his floor. “What’s happening?” I yell, unable to control it.

“That’s a good girl. You’re taking it so well, Angel. Keep going.” He holds the vibrator against my swollen clit and won’t let up even after I try to smack it away. It’s too much. Everything’s too much. “Give me more, Angel.”

“I can’t.” My lungs saw, working overtime to get air into my system. “I can’t take anymore.”

“Yes, you can. Be my good girl and make that pussy squeeze my cock while you come again.”

Well, when he puts it that way…

The desire to please Cole overrides everything else until I’m gyrating against the cock in my cunt, which pushes the plug in my ass, and moves the vibrator pressed to my clit. A fresh orgasm builds quickly, and I dig my nails into his thighs, bracing for another onslaught of pleasure.

“Oh God,” I moan, just before another orgasm hits. My eyes roll back. I’m so dizzy I can’t think.

A few seconds later, Cole catches his release. I’m so full, so sensitive, I can feel his dick throb inside me as he comes.

Gathering my hair, he sweeps it over my shoulder and gently kisses my neck while we both come down from our highs. “You okay?”

“Never better.” My voice sounds far away and slurry. Lifting off his lap, I pitch forward, too exhausted to even hold myself up. “Take it out, Daddy.”

He playfully twists the butt plug a couple of times, which only makes me melt more into the floorboards.

Cole pulls the plug out and the void is real. No more dick. No more toy. No more fun.

I feel hollow. Tears prick my eyes.

“Come here.” He carries me to the bathroom. I think I’ve turned into a noodle.

“These nipple things hurt,” I whisper, too tired to even take them off. “Help me?”

He rests me on the sink and takes off my clamps. Blood rushes to my hard buds and I’m fucking dying. Mouth open, my scream doesn’t even come because I’ve lost all air in my lungs again. Holy smokes, that’s intense.

Cole suckles one in his mouth, ever so gently, and then moves to the other. He takes his time giving me all the aftercare I need and cleans us both up. A couple hours later, I’m on the couch, under a bunch of blankets, while he orders us dinner.

My little candy cane headband lays bent on the floor beside my pink Christmas tree.

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