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He withdraws his finger, and then more cold lube slides between my ass cheeks, making me gasp. “We need plenty of this. I want to fuck you pretty hard, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Oh. My. God.

He pushes the tip of his dick inside me a couple of inches, and I cry out at the sharp burning sensation that explodes inside me.

“I know, baby. Just breathe,” he says, sliding his hands over my back and ass.

I suck in a deep breath, and he pushes in a little deeper. Stars flicker behind my eyelids.

“Okay?” he asks with a grunt.

“Yes. More.” I pant out the words, pushing my ass back as much as possible while I’m bound so tightly.

“Christ, you look amazing. I wish you could see this. Your arms in those ropes. Your beautiful ass split in two. My hard cock disappearing inside it. Fuck,” he groans, slowly pushing farther and farther inside me.

He runs a hand up my inner thigh and dips two fingers inside my pussy, pushing them in all the way while he sinks even deeper into my ass. I yell, shocked at the delectable pain when he fills me in both places.

“That still okay, baby?”

“Oh god, yes. Yes, Drake!”

“Good. Because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.”

“Then don’t. Please.”

He pushes deeper and twists his fingers at the same time, pushing me forward so the ropes scrape against my nipples and chafe on my wrists. Despite his claim that he can’t hold back, I can feel him doing just that. His body vibrates with the effort of not nailing me into the mattress as I’m sure he must want to. Instead, he gives me as much as I can take, his steady thrusts shallow and mind-blowing. I’m so full of him I could burst, and it is the dirtiest, hottest sensation I have ever experienced.

“You’re doing so well Amelia,” he says, his voice low and intense. “You’re taking me like such a good girl. Fuck, you feel unbelievable.”

He speeds up his thrusts, and every part of me is stretched wide and tight to fit him in. But I’d still take more of him if he pushed. I can’t get enough. Every cell in my being is lit up, and I start to wail as I feel my climax build. He uses his other hand to hold my hip steady and drives a little harder into me, his fingers hitting the sweet spot inside my pussy. He’s growling like ananimal behind me, my ropes are tightening from the movement, and I am so crammed with Drake that I can barely breathe.

My inner walls clench around his fingers, and my ears begin to buzz. My vision blurs, and when I come, it feels like a whole-body experience. Everything explodes. The pleasure and the pain and the primal sense of being totally possessed by this man overwhelm me, and I scream his name as he continues to fuck me all the way through my orgasm. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” he shouts, his body shuddering as he finds his own release.

When he’s spent, he collapses on top of me, and we both lie panting on the bed.

“That,” he murmurs, his body hot against mine, “was fucking mind-blowing.”

I couldn’t agree more. I wanted a distraction, and wow, did he deliver. I can barely remember my own name.

Chapter

Thirty-Five

DRAKE

Ididn’t think it was possible to be more obsessed with Amelia Ryder, but it turns out I under-estimated my own abilities. Since the night she let me tie her up, I’ve wanted her even more. It takes a certain level of trust to let someone do that to you, to cede control to them, and she did it without question.

She gazed up at me with those big hazel eyes, nothing but curiosity and heat in her expression as I showed her the cords and explained how it could work. Fuck, the way she looked with the ropes digging into her skin. Her nipples rigid and proud, trapped between coils. Her arms tied flat against her back as I fucked her gorgeous round ass, the first and last man to ever fuck her there. Jesus. The woman is perfect for me.

She loved the whole thing too, and as a gift, I had a Shibari rope kit delivered to her apartment for us to use there. She was thrilled, and I suspect there will be many more hours of fun to be had as we explore it together. I always enjoyed it with my professional companions—but this? This is a whole different beast. This is with the most gorgeous woman alive.

And now here she is, in the delectable flesh, perched on the corner of my desk. She sashayed into the room wearing one of her tight black pencil skirts and a little bolero jacket, holding anotepad and pen as though she intended to do some work. She knows I’m on the phone—she put the damn call through. She licks her lower lip as she studies me, listening in to my end of a deadly dull business conversation.

She crosses her legs slowly, deliberately, flashing me her lace-topped stockings and a frilly garter belt. Fuck. I suck in a breath, momentarily losing track of what I was saying, and I swear to god, I can already smell her—that deliciously sweet aroma of her soaking-wet pussy. It’s a scent I’m achingly familiar with by now.

“Yes, Mrs. Forster, of course. I’m looking forward to it too. Shall I get my secretary to put something on my schedule?”

Amelia’s eyes go wide, and she mouths,who, me?I narrow my gaze, both amused and aroused at the sight of her. She stretches one leg out, runs a hand up the silky length of her stocking, and lets me have another glimpse of the creamy flesh at the top of her thighs. Then she tugs her skirt up, wriggling her ass as she does, exposing both the garter belt and her panties.

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