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I shake my head and spread them open again. Then arch my eyebrow at her.

“Green.” Tara immediately says. Licking her lips, she lifts onto her elbows to watch. “Do it again, Sir.”

I run the tassels along her belly, down one thigh and up the other. Then I strike her pussy again with it. Tara cries out and her legs close halfway from reflex this time. If she can’t keep her legs open, she’ll never be able to enjoy what I plan to do with her.

Shooting up to my feet, I prowl across the room and grab a spreader bar. Holding it up, I wait for her consent to use it. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Just look at how her mouth’s parted and eyes are heavy-lidded with need.

Lusty little thing.

Tara nods, a wry smile playing across her flushed face.

In less than a minute, I’ve attached her ankles to the bar so she can’t close her legs again. She’s spread as far as her flexibility will allow. It’s obscene and breathtaking. She lays back with her eyes closed, completely trusting me.

“Green,” she says when I snap my fingers to get her attention again. “Very green.”

No shit. My girl’s soaked and swollen.

Her clit’s exposed and at my mercy now. Plunging the handle inside makes Tara groan this deep, guttural sound that’s music to my motherfucking ears. I alternate between fucking her with the handle and pulling it out to strike her clit with the tassels. Taking my time, I bring her to the brink of pleasure and pain until she cries out, “Please. I can’t stand it anymore.”

That’s not Red.

“I need to come, Sir.”

She’ll come when I let her. Tara might have me in the submissive role here, but I’m still running this scene. I continue fucking her with the handle, and just when I think she’s about to come, I pull it out. She screams in frustration.

Poor Butterfly, her wings are all aflutter.

I sink the handle back into her pussy and fuck her until she’s a writhing mess, then I pull it out and hit her clit with the tassels over and over and over and—

She roars with her release, squirting all over the floor between us.

With her head tipped back, face contorted as she screams, beads of sweat rolling down between her tits, and thighs shaking like electricity is racing through her veins, Tara looks like she’s in the thralls of a demonic possession.

Little does she know this devil has only just begun to have fun with her.

Chapter 36

Tara

Laying back on the carpet with my legs spread so wide it borderlines painful, I’m swimming through an ocean of emotions that have me light and heavy. Dizzy yet grounded. Floating and tethered.

I don’t notice Ryker’s unhooked my ankles from the spreader bar until he scoops me up and cradles me in his lap. A girl could get used to this.

“I’m still very green.” I don’t want him to think he’s hurt me. I sure as shit don’t want the scene to end, either. Burying my face in his neck, I don’t want to let him go at all. I’ll give anything to feel this alive, forever living on the edge of danger, dancing between pleasure and pain.

What a dangerous lifestyle that would be.

I’ve never been attached to someone like I’m getting with Ryker. How did he ensnare me so quickly?

Easy. It’s the way he holds me. The way he looks at me. The way he gives me what I want in ways I didn’t realize I needed. I came to the Monarch for sexual discovery. I’m going to leave with a broken heart.

That’s okay. Being wrecked by Ryker will feel too good to regret.

When I go, how long will it take before he finds someone new? Part of me thought I’d cracked him open—especially when he finally kissed me. But now I’m starting to wonder how many times he’s done this with a woman. It’s hard to believe Ryker would lie and put on this whole act of being a broken, elusive, dark-minded grieving man who’s always alone, but this room wouldn’t be here unless he has other play partners. He told me he’s brought six women to his bed, including me.

We aren’t in his bed though.

“How many women have you brought to this room, Ryker?”

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