Page 107 of The Player's Club

Mac lay down next to me. “You did an amazing job, baby.”

“You too.” I brushed the hair out of Mac’s eyes. “Were you happy to see your parents?”

“Yeah. I think we actually might be able to start over. I didn’t think that’d ever happen.” I could see a variety of emotions shining in Mac’s eyes. Before I could respond, though, he climbed on top of me, his grin devilish now.

“I’ve been waiting all evening for people to leave.” He began to pull my blouse over my head.

I laughed. “Aren’t you tired?”

“For you? Never.”

My own tiredness disappeared quickly. I let myself fall under Mac’s spell. He stripped me naked, kissing and sucking all of my sensitive spots, before turning me onto my stomach. He then tied my wrists and blindfolded me.

I inhaled sharply, excitement bubbling in my stomach. I heard Mac get off the bed. A few seconds later, he returned, and the touch of a feather traced a line down my spine. After, Mac smacked my ass with the feather whip, making me gasp.

“I’ve been wanting to paint your ass red all night,” he growled. Mac whipped me again, and again, and I groaned, letting him have his way with me. He alternated between soft touches and harsh smacks. One second, I only felt pleasure; the next, the sting of pain. The variety of sensations made me squirm, and I grew desperate for Mac to touch me.

“Please. Please, Mac. I want you.”

But Mac ignored my begging. Instead, he pulled me up by my hair and kissed my neck. When he bit the sensitive skin, I moaned and writhed.

“Spread your legs,” Mac commanded.

I did so eagerly. His fingers danced down my back, spreading my ass cheeks. When he reached between my legs, he cursed.

“So fucking wet for me. I bet I could make you come in ten seconds. But I don’t think I will...”

“Mac . . .”

I could feel the edges of an orgasm building quickly, though Mac wasn’t going to let me get off that quickly. He danced around my clit, dipping a finger into my pussy before pulling out again. I pushed against his hand, desperate to get more pressure against my clit.

For my insolence, Mac slapped my ass three times, hard and fast. “Behave,” he growled.

I loved it. I wanted him to smack me more. I wanted him to fuck me. I buried my face in the duvet and moaned.

Mac moved, then suddenly, his tongue was inside my pussy. I squealed. Mac had to hold me down, which only made me thrash harder. He suckled my clit, thrusting two fingers inside me and fucking me until I couldn’t breathe.

My orgasm hit hard and fast. Mac drew it out until I was sure my bones had liquefied. He flipped me over and pushed his cock inside my still quivering pussy. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he buried himself in one deep thrust.

“Fuck, Elodie,” he groaned. “You feel like heaven.” He kissed me, lifting my hips to get a more intense angle. Before long, a second orgasm was building. Mac increased his speed, and it was all I could do just to hold on. He swore as he came inside me. Hot cum filled me up, and I gasped and writhed my way through another release.

After, Mac held me close as we both came down from our orgasms. He kissed my forehead, then my lips, telling me how much of a good girl I was, and he untied my wrists and kissed my hands. I reached up to take off my blindfold, but he stopped me.

“Keep it on.” I heard the smile in his voice. “But from here on out, you’re not my sub anymore. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“Okay . . .”

He gave me one last quick kiss and left the bed. I shivered, the cooling sweat on my body making me cold without Mac’s heat to keep me warm.

Mac returned and helped me sit up. I waited, my heart beating with anticipation.

“Elodie Andrews,” he said, his tone suddenly serious. Something cool slid up my ring finger, then Mac moved off the bed. “Take off your blindfold, babe.”

I did. And found Mac down on his knee. A giant diamond ring sparkled from my finger.

“Will you marry me?” he asked, his eyes shining.

I didn’t hesitate, didn’t even have to think about the question. I wanted nothing more than to spend my life with this man. I threw my arms around Mac’s neck and cried out, “Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”

Mac kissed me. “You’re mine forever now.”

I smiled. “The ring is just a formality. I’ve been yours since the moment we met.”

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