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“Eyes on me, gorgeous. You’re doing great.” His voice loses all trace of authority as he coaxes me. When I pin him with a wide-eyed stare, he adds, “You’ve got this. Just stay out of your head, focus on us at this moment. Can you do that?”

I nod.

“I need your words.”

My heart swells. “Yes, I can do that. I want to do this.”

“Good girl,” he praises me, switching back to his domineering tone. “Follow my orders and everything will be fine. If it becomes too much, at any point, use your safeword.”

“Yes, sir,” I promise, blowing him a kiss.

He pinches my ass and I whimper.

“Hold your orgasm off until I allow you to come.”

I focus on obeying that order, the most difficult one so far. After that series of earth-shattering orgasms he’s just wrung out of me, my sex is still vibrating. And each inch of his cock penetrating my tight asshole intensifies the power of those aftershock waves rumbling in my core.

To avoid an eminent release, I have to concentrate on something else. I take in the sheen of perspiration on the skin of his forehead as his hands on my waist guide me down his shaft. I watch the tiny beads trickle down his nose. That works and I forget that first stab of pain and the intrusive feeling when his wide head bridges my tight hole.

“Straighten up your back. Control the speed.”

I do that and lower myself a bit further, allowing more of him to spread my ass. It doesn’t hurt as much. The burning turns pleasant as his throbbing cock fills me up. I moan, eyes always locked on his.

He nods. “Breathe in and out, slowly,” he grunts.

I obey and slide down until I sit on his lap. I heave for air, relishing in the feeling of fullness as his thick cock stretches every inch of my tiny hole.

“You okay?” He groans.

“I’m great.” I lean down and he meets me halfway. I kiss his mouth, whispering against it. “Thank you.”

He wraps his long fingers around my waist. “Hold on to my shoulders.”

I dig my nails into his corded muscles and Wes hoists my body upward as he presses his hips into the bed. His cock slides almost all the way out of me before he thrusts up again, pulling me down and shoving his hard as steel dick in my ass again.

“You’re so perfect. You fit me like a glove,” he groans as our sweat-covered bodies slam against each other.

With each pass, the still sensitive muscles of my sex quiver. “I’m going to come.”

“Hold on. I’m almost there.” With a swivel of his hips, his cock reaches further inside me. He releases my hip to flick my engorged clitoris. “Come for me, love.”

Arching my back, scratching his chest, and howling like a wolf in heat, I let go of control. Every muscle in my body trembles, my sex gushes my pleasure, as my ass pulses around his cock. I collapse on top of Wes’s heaving chest. My own breathing as ragged as a runner’s crossing the finish line. His big hand smooths away the drenched hair that got stuck on my cheek and forehead. I try to lift my head, to say something, or to move, but nothing happens. With a satisfied sigh, I slip into oblivion.

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Four months later, on February thirteenth, Muse of Darkness sponsors a costume party to raise more funds for Welcoming Hills. Wes had the idea for the masquerade, which I only pulled off because I got a lot of help from my friends Natalia, Moira, and Ana.

Now, as I move around the movie theater turned event venue, I go from table to table to greet the three ladies with kisses and hugs. Their significant others have also come to support the cause and the release of the biopic about Muse of Darkness, a movie the band produced before I met Wes.

I glance across the room to our table. Ally has chosen to dress up like Janis Joplin and Logan followed her lead coming as a very young Kris Kristofferson. Erik has decided to dress as the Phantom of the Opera. I can only guess that’s because he’s been in such a dark place since Christine broke up with him.

During all the time I made my round of the venue, I felt Wes’s stare on me. Now, as I return to my seat, his eyes focus on Ally, who’s talking to him.

When I approach the table, I overhear Ally ask him, “You’ve got the horns of a devil, but your suit is pearly white. Who exactly are you supposed to be?”

He glances at me but smiles at her. “That’s the idea. Someone’s tamed my devilish side.”

She bounces her stare from him to me and bursts out laughing.

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