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Unable to see what she’s doing, she fumbles with the underwear. With my free hand, I guide hers until her fingers connect with her flesh. She jerks up and I hold her in place with a hand over her belly.

“Fast. We don’t have much time,” I growl in her ear, sliding my thumb inside her mouth.

She sucks my finger at the same time she speeds up the rubbing of her hand over her folds. Her body quivers.

“Keep it quiet.”

She moans around my thumb, my cock weeps for attention. I press her harder against me.

“Rub your ass on me.”

When she does, I hiss and graze my teeth on the taut skin of her neck.

The car turns onto our street, and I order, “Enough.”

Whimpering, she sits upright on my lap, pulling her dress down.

I hold her wrist and bring it up to my face, intent on licking her sweetness off her fingers.

Jim kills the engine, and she snatches her hand away. With a sinful look over her shoulder, she challenges me, “If you want it, come and get it.”

She dashes out of the car and disappears inside the house before I get to the front porch.

A smiling Leni welcomes me. “Guess you’ll have to jog up to the top floor.”

“Gladly.”

When I get to our playroom, the temptress lies buck naked and face down on the velveteen-covered bench we use for her many punishing sessions.

I laugh and smooth her ass cheeks. “You know something no longer serves as a lesson if the submissive enjoys it too much, right?”

She jumps to her feet. “A girl can try.”

“Always.”

We spent the next couple of hours rewarding each other with a series of mind-bending orgasms. No punishment. Tonight is for celebrations only.

When the first rays of sun warm my cheek, I stretch my arms and legs. Maria stirs in her sleep, her cheek resting on my chest, right above my heart. She’s got an arm around my waist. I hold her hand up in the air and let it fall.

She rubs her face on the hoarse hairs that cover my chest.

“What?” She grumps as I poke her shoulder with a finger. “Let me sleep. You drained me yesterday.”

“You’ve been sleeping too much lately.”

“That’s because we’ve been using this room every night.”

I chuckle. “And every morning and most afternoons.”

“See? That’s why I need to sleep.”

“Sorry, no can do. We have to talk. I had planned to tell you about my surprise yesterday, but we got busy with more pressing issues.”

“Okay.” She sits upright, leaning against the headboard beside me.

“A few weeks ago, I found a clinic where the doctors have been developing a new therapy for BPD. I visited them and they took me for a complete tour of the place. I’d love to take you there.”

Her face lights up, all signs of sleep gone. “You did that for my mom?”

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