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His mouth found my nipple clamp, and he tugged up on it, sending pleasure coursing through my body. I curled my toes, loving how quickly he thrust in and out of me. Whimpering, I arched my back harder. Hector sucked more of my tit into his mouth, leaving hickeys all over my skin.

“More,” I whined. “Please, I want more!”

Hector slammed faster and harder into me, his breath ragged on my chest. Pressure rose up inside me again, and I exploded all over him, becoming a desperate, crying, whining mess for my Master.

When he finally slowed down to a stop, he rested his forehead against mine and placed a kiss on my nose. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

Warmth exploded through my chest, and a giddy feeling shot up and down my body. “Merry Christmas.”

CHAPTERFIFTY-SIX

HEATHER

“So …”I hummed, tucking my phone into my purse, standing next to Sierra, and sipping on champagne after Christmas dinner. I told myself that I wasn’t going to worry about Dad, but he hadn’t texted me yet, and I was disappointed. “How was your day?”

Sierra drew her finger across the rim of her glass and bit back a grin. “Good.”

I arched my brow. “Just good? Steven didn’t ask you anything?”

On the ride over, Hector had mentioned that Steven was planning on asking Sierra something important today. But I wasn’t sure if Sierra knew about it yet, and I didn’t want to ruin any surprises.

“No …” She looked at me, confused. “What would he ask me?”

Stiffening because Idefinitelyruined the surprise, I grabbed her hand and led her across the room toward the leather couch. If I didn’t come up with an excuse or go into further detail, she’d definitely continue to ask me all night.

“Hector said maybe Steven would …”

After sitting next to me, she furrowed her brows. “Would what?”

“Give you a contract.”

“A contract for what?” Sierra asked.

I scratched my forehead with my red-and-white manicured nails. “To be his submissive.”

She stared at me quizzically.

Sierra had definitely seen and read the contract that I had with Hector, so I didn’t know why she looked so confused. She and Steven might’ve started their relationship a bit after ours, but they were very close. I had expected they were officially Dom and sub. Hell, Steven had even given her a necklace as a collar!

I peered over at Hector, who chatted with his brother and frowned. He still hadn’t given me one yet.

“Usually, in a BDSM relationship, you have a contract that clearly and legally outlines the boundaries of the dynamic,” I explained. “Apparently, Steven had asked Hector for advice about contracts, which isn’t something he’s done before.”

Sierra’s lips curled into a frown. “Oh.”

I sipped my champagne. “Maybe he’s saving it for another day.”

“Or another girl,” Sierra whispered.

“Excuse me?” I asked, completely surprised and pissed that she would even suggest that. “You’d better take that back, Sea. We both know that man is head over fucking heels for you. Don’t you eventhinkthat there is another girl in the picture.”

She laid her head back against the couch and stared behind herself through the window. “I know, but …”

“But nothing,” I said, crossing my arms. “If that ever happened, you know I would be the first one to”—I made a snipping motion with my index and middle fingers—“chop off his … precious penis.”

A giggle bubbled up past her lips. “I know.”

“He’s just waiting,” I reassured.

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