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Not everybody got a do-over.Pounding into Reina—her sweet pussy even tighter with the plug he’d very thoroughly fucked her ass with a few minutes ago also filling her, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her beautiful mouth begging him to let her come—Lukas knew he was a damn lucky man.

In every possible way.

She hadn’t wanted to come back to Deeper Threat, had been embarrassed—maybe even scared. They’d played at home instead, getting their first taste of vanilla sex with each other as she had healed and regained her strength. Lukas was finding that with Reina, vanilla could be quite a delicious flavor.

But his kinky girl had soon wanted more, just as he knew she would. The bedroom in his condo—where he’d moved her in straight from the hospital because there was no way in hell he was taking another chance with her life, ever—was beginning to resemble a BDSM store showroom.

Not that Lukas minded, and he planned to be playing with her in their bedroom for the next forty or fifty years, but she needed to get her over her aversion to the club. No one there held any ill will towards her. Especially not after they found out what she’d been doing, saving them from someone who would’ve stolen their money.

So, when she’d finally agreed to come play publicly at the club tonight, Lukas hadn’t pulled any punches. There was only one way to get her past the bad memories of what had happened before: replace them with good ones.

He’d seen her fear when he’d stripped her naked and placed her back in the stocks in the middle of the room, and he had been humbled by her trust when she’d kept going in spite of it.

The remote-controlled butterfly vibrator he’d placed on her clit a few moments later had probably helped. By the time she’d gotten her twenty spanks—after having had to start over twice because she’d lost count when the vibrator had turned to high and her hips had begun humping the air trying to get release—Lukas knew she was going to be just fine.

This time, working the plug into her ass while everyone watched had been a joy. Oh, she’d cried, just like last time, but there had been no heartbreak in the sound. Just good old fashioned sexual frustration, wanting to come so bad but being denied.

He’d spanked her twice as hard as he had last time while she held herself in the dreaded diaper position, but she’d taken it with no problem.

And now, his cock sliding slowly in and out of her, he knew by the way her sweaty hair was sticking to her face and how hard her hands were grasping her sprawled knees up near her shoulders, that her need to come was about to overwhelm her. She was trying so hard not to, just to please him.

And she did. Oh, how she did. Pleased him more than he would’ve ever thought possible. And he looked forward to pleasing her back—in their own special painful way—for the rest of their lives.

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Reina was burning up.Heat was rolling in waves through her body, drowning her in passion. Everywhere Lukas’s body touched hers singed her.

Considering the last time she’d been in this same place, in this same position, she’d been encased in ice, the fire was a welcome change.

She hadn’t wanted to step foot in the club, but he’d forced her. Not forced exactly, because she knew she always had a choice, but had told her in that Dom voice that it was time. She hadn’t hesitated.

Because she trusted Lukas.

He’d pushed her boundaries from the moment she walked into the club all those weeks ago, was again tonight, and would be pushing them for the rest of her life.

And now he was pushing her right to the very edge of insanity.

“God, princess, seeing you holding on by a thread in front of all these people is so sexy.”

“Please, Lukas, please. I have to come. Pleaaaaasee.”

She was sprawled open, every secret of her body visible to the crowd surrounding them.

And she reveled in it.

She refused the play the dirty shame game with herself ever again. This was what she wanted. She liked pain. She liked being displayed. She liked being commanded by Lukas, used in any way he saw fit.

Nobody defined her sexuality but herself, and she damn well defied anyone to ever call her the Ice Queen again, especially right now when she was all but giving off steam.

He reached up to tug on the clamps he’d put on her nipples, causing her to wail. Lukas knew what she wanted. What she needed. And gave it to her over and over.

There were a lot of toys and moves and devices that could make sex hot, positions that could scorch the mind before the fun even really got started, but love was what hurled kinky fuckery off the charts.

“Come for me now, princess. Loud and hard.” He brought his thumb down firmly on her clit, and she couldn’t stop combustion in her body. As her pussy spasmed around his cock in orgasm, he grabbed her ankles, pulling her legs wider, pounding into her rapidly.

She screamed his name so hard no doubt everyone—no matter what they were doing or having done to them—heard her. Her name flew off his lips in a shout when he came a few thrusts afterwards.

He brought her legs down to wrap around his hips and lowered his torso so he could plant a kiss on her lips.

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