Page 133 of The Breaking Point

I tossed the riding crop away and undid my pants, taking out my cock. I pulled Grace up by her hair, making her cry out. I slapped her crimson ass until she was begging me just to fuck her.

“Stay on your knees,” I growled.

With her ankles bound, it was a tight fit to thrust inside her. She groaned as I filled her to the hilt. Then I fucked her, relentlessly, filling the room with the sounds of flesh slapping together, accompanied by Grace’s moans and squeals. She pushed back against me, desperate for everything I could give her.

“My sweet girl,” I crooned as I pounded into her. “I’m going to fill up your pussy with my cum. Is that what you want, baby? Me to fill you up?”

Grace just moaned. I dug my fingers into her hips and thrust a few more times before I felt her starting to come. Her pussy was a vise around my cock. She was so tight that it made me come. I roared, spilling everything I had into her.

We were a sweaty, panting mess by the end. I was trembling as I slowly untied Grace. When she could see me again, there were tears in her eyes.

“Did I go too far?” I asked quietly, instantly worried.

She shook her head. “No, no. It was just intense. But I’d like to be alone now.”

I nodded. I picked her up to carry her to the back room, where there was a tub, sink, and couches to receive aftercare. I gently cleaned Grace’s body and then rubbed ointment where I’d whipped her.

I then wrapped a blanket around her and held her close.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, kissing her temple.

She blew out a breath. “Exhausted, but in a good way. That was amazing.” She looked up at me and smiled. “Thanks for indulging my fantasy.”

“Your fantasy? I thought you were just indulgingme.”

“I’m coming around to what you like. It’s fun, that’s for sure. I’ve never had better orgasms.”

“Well, thank you for being so accepting.”

Grace chuckled. “It’s hard to believe that we’d be bonding in a sex club years after meeting. Who would have thought? Life is so strange. We’re trying out all sorts of things.”

“Well, I’m okay with experimenting, but I do have a hard limit,” I admitted.

“What?”

“I never want to see you with another person. That one time I saw you kissing another guy ...” I shook my head. “I nearly lost my damn mind.”

Grace looked confused. “Was this recent?”

“No, it was years ago. I picked you up from the movie theater, and you were outside kissing some kid. I never told you I saw you.”

Grace’s face turned red. “Oh my God, so youdidsee us! I always wondered.” She cleared her throat. “Uh, I have something to tell you. I set that whole thing up to make you jealous. Kenny, the guy you saw me kissing? I paid him to kiss me that night. Come to find out later that he was actually gay, so go figure.”

I stared at her. “Seriously?”

“That’s why I asked you to come get me.”

“So nobody was drunk?”

“Well, there were a few drunk people, but Meredith could’ve still taken me home. Yes, I know it’s crazy. But I was desperate for you to notice me. And I guess it worked.”

I growled. “You drive me insane, Grace Dallas. You know that, right?”

“Oh, I know. It’s why you love me.” Her expression turned amused. “You know, I guess I awakened something in you that night.”

“What is that?”

She grinned. “Voyeurism. So I guess you getting into this kinky stuff is actually all my fault.”

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