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I helped her stand, and we joined the crowd of well-wishers. The partners grabbed me so they could give their final grades to the students and Kelly entered them for me. It looked like we were going to have a full class of graduates. But there was one in particular who was going to get special privileges tonight. I could feel her still looking at me and I winked just to see her get giddy and smile with her entire face aflame.

Renee deserved me and I fucking deserved her. With all the bullshit we’d been through, trials and tribulations, a reward was due. Us being together was it. Not because she was beautiful, or any other superficial crap people thought was going to complete them and their happily ever after. It was because we fit so damn well together. With her, I always felt loved, and I knew I’d never felt this way about anybody else. There were no reservations or concerns that something was off. We clicked in one of those for better or for worse kinds of ways.

I already knew what ring I wanted to buy her. It was the one I’d been stalking on the jeweler’s site for weeks. I’d been trying to find a reason not to buy it. From where I was standing, I’d never find that reason.

CHAPTER 19

Renee

On the wide leather-padded table, I lay waiting. I was strapped to the table spread eagle; the entire top of my body was available for Ezra’s use. I knew that he could very well release the straps holding me in place and demand me to come to him. He could demand anything and I wouldn’t be opposed. Because I trusted him. But this waswhat he craved of me today. I probably had something to do with that since I professed my love of him in front of everybody at Rawhide Ranch.

With this blindfold in place, I couldn’t see what was coming. I should feel fear of the unknown, but my pussy muscles clenched, dwelling on the fact I was his to use. I wanted this, needed him to push my limits, and for us to explore. This scene wasn’t bad–no. It was the best way to celebrate the fact we’d confessed we were in love with one another and we were about to take another step in the right direction for us both.

“Babygirl.” The endearment was whispered into my left ear. “Slut.” My eyes shifted to the right, hearing his whispers in the other ear. Silence surrounded me again, and I searched with my ears for any sounds.

Warmth enclosed my left nipple before he sucked the sensitive peak into his mouth. I whined, searching for more, but the tormenting stopped before it had ever really begun. I needed more. Coolness circled my clit just before his mouth sucked, making me arch as much of my body as I could off the table. Just like that, he was gone again. I groaned, cursing him. My nipples had tightened into a frenzy of nerves bunched to elevate the sensitivity at the tip. My clit was throbbing, insistently demanding I satisfy it with more from Him.

My brain short circuited when I felt teeth pulling on my right nipple. My body was flooded with enough desire that my pussy flooded. I was seconds away from an orgasm when he released it from his hold. I panted, seeing stars behind my eyelids. The throbbing between my legs escalated to a solid, continuous pounding in my groin that spread out to my thighs.

“Babygirl,” I heard in my left ear. I moaned, wanting to please him. “Whore.” The word sent shivers down my body. When I was good, putting his pleasure first, I was his babygirl. It melted my heart, making me the happiest girl on earth. Whore was what someone was called when they did something naughty. Slut, too. What had I done? He’d called me all three. Why?

“Babygirl.” I heard again in my left ear. “Cunt.” I moaned as I felt my earlobe being pulled between his teeth slowly.

My pussy shivered and perked at the mention of the word. My nipples were teased repeatedly, and his mouth moved from one to the other, building the fire inside me steadily. Expertly, he tormented my body into a hypersensitive state with each pull of my breasts. My thoughts tunneled into one continuous chant.

“More!”

I felt something on my nipples that I couldn’t place at first. I felt a pull that only intensified until I thought I’d come, and then it held steady. I knew then that the suction cup pulling at my erect nipple would have me a crying mess soon. I waited for the inevitable as the other nipple was forced to submit to the same torturous bliss. I felt fingers on my cunt stroking the juicy folds. Fingers penetrated me and I moaned loudly, needing to come.

“Not yet.” His voice was steady, controlled.

His fingers twisted and pumped inside of me, making me ache for release. I held on to his words, but my body trembled, longing to come for him badly. The two fingers inside fucked me, preparing me for when he inserted the third one. Full, and I loved every bit of it. That’s why it was difficult to hold on to the present. I wanted to float away in the sensations and just feel everything. A suction cup was placed on my cunt, and I groaned. It pumped against me, pulling at my already sensitive parts until the blood pulsed just beneath my skin. And then… nothing. The ache I had all over was suspended in time, waiting to either be tipped over or rescinded.

My body ached with need. I was desperate for him to continue, to use me, please me, but I didn’t want it to end.

“Babygirl.” I heard again. “Whore.”

The decision had been made for me the moment he denied my first pleas. All that was left for me to do was experience. Feel. Become. Detonate. I felt a lubed item parting my butt cheeks, and I doubted that he’d get anything in. I’d never had anal sex before. He lifted me the bit the restraints allowed and then he slowly worked a plug inside. The initial stretch burned, and then everything intensified because of the full feeling I had. I shook with the need to release, unable to fathom anything surpassing the pleasure causing havoc throughout my body. I could easily be tipped, but I’d never fall without a fight. This was for him. His pleasure was my fate. Everything burned for him. The pain that fizzled into pleasure, the suspense of what would happen next, and the nagging ache that wouldn’t let up.

What was that? I felt tiny pangs of pain. Needle thin, prickling, rolling, setting my nerves on edge. I grunted as it pulled me back from the edge, but when it stopped, the sensations came back full force. Again with the Wartenberg wheel, triple spiked on the left, single on the right. Thigh to ankle, ankle to the underside of my butt, around my groin. I gasped. That was different. I was slipping under, giving in a little more to the pending orgasm that waited for me.

Almost…

Up my stomach, sides, over the tops of my breasts. I exhaled loudly as he pressed a bit harder, choking the pleasure and holding it hostage as pain flared.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

My entire body spasmed hard, being pushed to its limit. I felt featherlight kisses on my hands when he pulled away the wheels. A sucker for his mouth. I relaxed, but then he bit the palm, and I saw stars as they danced across my sight. The other hand was licked and savored. No pain. But it didn’t pause the mist from covering my body as I suffered.

Feeling drugged—tipsy on his perversions—I waited for the next thing. His way of loving me. Like a fiend, I was right here for it, waiting for my next dose of him.

The cup was released on my pussy, and he slid his fingers over the hypersensitive flesh. I bucked against his hand, moaning. The urgency to come was more than I could bear. My moans, whines, and begging did little to get me what I wanted. I could feel his smile as he watched me writhe for him. The slaps of his hand to my burning pussy was what took me over the edge. The desperation to find relief poured down my face. Tears streamed as I continued begging for release. To be touched, used, and finished.

“I’ll let you come when I’m ready.”

I moaned loudly, calling him, begging, and promising anything that Ezra wished of me. He didn’t respond or offer me any kind of relief. Then I felt a thud to my clit with a rod-like item. It wasn’t one I’d felt before. The thuds continued and after a while, I felt the thuds radiating through my pussy. They continued, increasing in speed and impact until all I could do was feel. My body convulsed to the tempo of the music this thing played. My clit was being punished for demanding attention, and the tears flowed in silent submission to him. The begging from my lips never let up as I expressed how much I wanted to please him. The thuds grew harder and less frequent, creating a deeper urgency. My begging festered into a mumbling mess of requests.

“You can come when the pencil stops torturing your clit.”

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