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She kept her hands folded on her lap as she sucked and twisted her tongue. His answering sound of satisfaction made her heart thud with pleasure.

“You like touching yourself?” he asked, pulling just hard enough for her to really feel it press against her windpipe. “Do it now. Make yourself come with my cock down your throat.”

Jesus fuck. If she got any hotter, she’d burn up, leaving nothing but ash behind.

She slid her hand from her thigh to her center, moaning around his cock as she pushed two fingers inside her pussy.

“That’s it,” he urged, pulling the belt a little tighter as she coated her fingers. “Now touch your clit.”

At the same moment she slid her slick fingertips over the tiny bud, he surged forward, pushing the head of his cock down her throat. For a handful of seconds, she gagged at the invasion, her eyes watering. But then she managed to relax her throat around him.

“Good girl,” he said again, more urgently this time. “Remember what to do if you want to stop.” He pulled out slowly before pushing in a little deeper than before.

Eve blinked tears out of her eyes, concentrating on keeping herthroat open for him as she made tiny circles over her clit with one finger. She kept her touch featherlight, not wanting to come too soon.

Burying one hand in her hair and holding the belt tight with the other, Jonathan settled into a steady rhythm. She tried to match his rhythm with her hand, but she couldn’t focus. Too many things bombarded her senses, flooding her mind, overwhelming her.

The belt tightened infinitesimally as he finally sunk balls deep into her mouth. “Fuck,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “You feel so good. Now concentrate. If you don’t come before I do, you’ll get another round with the ruler.”

That snapped her out of the haze of sensation. Closing her eyes, she forced her hand to start moving, finally settling into a rhythm of her own. As Jonathan thrust in and out of her with increasing speed, she went faster as well, pressing down hard against the bundle of nerves, sending pleasure shooting through her body.

Fuck, he was so close. His movements became less measured, more erratic.

She began jerking her hand up and down, fast and hard enough to be painful. It was that sweet bite of pain that finally pushed her over the edge, mere seconds before Jonathan cried out, pushing all the way in as he came.

As pleasure rose inside of her, he yanked the belt tight enough to choke. Her whole body spasmed as her orgasm crested higher and higher, refusing to break.

Her eyes flew open as the pressure against her windpipe continued without reprieve. There was no fucking air. She was literally going to pass out.

And she’d never come this hard in her fucking life.

Just as the edges of her vision started to blur, the leather band disappeared from around her throat. Seconds later, Jonathn pulled free of her mouth. Only the hand still gripped tightly in her hair kept her from collapsing like a ragdoll on the floor.

“Eve.” Her name fell from his lips like a prayer. Dropping to his knees, he gathered her into his arms, holding her tight against his chest. “My beautiful girl. You’re fucking perfect.”

CHAPTER 11

Jonathan

After their scene on the third floor, Eve fell deep into subspace. She remained conscious, but was in a dazed state, unable to move without his guidance, and though she occasionally spoke, it never made a whole lot of sense.

Rather than risk her taking a fall down the stairs, Jonathan scooped her into his arms, carrying her down to the master bedroom’s en suite bathroom. He drew a bath in the enormous soaking tub, pouring some lavender oil into the steaming water. With any luck, the relaxing scent would help her come back to herself while the water soothed her body.

Climbing into the enormous soaking tub with her in his arms, he settled with his back against the sloped side, nestling her between his legs. He stayed with her there, one arm wrapped around her stomach, the other gently stroking her arm.

At least twenty minutes passed before one of her hands fanned out, curling gracefully through the water. “What happened?” she asked, still a little dazed, but finally sounding like herself again.

“You slipped into subspace,” he explained, holding her closer against his chest.

“Subspace?” she repeated, muscles tensing. “What’s that?”

He kept forgetting how much of a novice she was to a true BDSMlifestyle. That asshole Talley had no fucking clue what he was doing, and just used BDSM to justify abusing her. “Subspace happens sometimes when a ton of endorphins flood your system during a scene. It’s almost like you go into a trance for a while.” After a moment, he added, “I’ve been told it feels really good. I hope you enjoyed it.”

The tension disappeared from her shoulders, and she relaxed back against him. “It felt like...” She trailed off as she searched for the right words. “Like I was floating. Like all the weight that’s been pushing down on me as long as I can remember just lifted away. It was amazing.”

His heart ached at her description—the weight pushing down on her. She deserved so much better than a life being crushed beneath unrelenting pressure.

Eve let out a huge yawn, slumping with exhaustion as soon as it finished.

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