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“Nuh-uh, Mistress, what did I tell you?” I tightened my hand around her throat, thrusting into her slowly and deeply.

“Pet, you’re going to pay for this,” she moaned, grabbing my forearm, digging her nails in.

I released her neck, slapping her pussy before rubbing her clit.

“I want you to give me your worst, Mistress, but while you are doing it, I need you to remember who owns your body,” I growled, thrusting harder. “I want you to remember how it felt when I drilled it into you and how good it felt when I made your body sing.”

She cried out trying to move, but I didn’t let her.

“Now be a good slut and come on my cock, so when my wife gets home, you can tell her how hard her husband made you come,” I growled, adjusting my angle and fucking her hard.

“Luke!” she cried out, raising her arm, and putting her hand in my hair.

She tilted her neck, and I kissed and sucked on anything I could.

“I’m…I…I’m com?—”

She didn’t finish her sentence when her pussy tightened around me, and her pussy got slicker.

I let go of her, grabbed her hips, and raced towards my release. It hit me a few thrusts later as her pussy was still fluttering around me. I gritted my teeth from the intensity of my orgasm, my heart racing ever faster as I shook. The last of my orgasm faded as I rubbed up and down her back, enjoying the way her hips flared out at her waist.

“You ok, Genevieve?” I pulled out, taking care of the condom.

She shook her head, but there was no other response. Lifting my pants and throwing the condom away, I lifted her into my arms bridal style, worried I had been too rough.

“Evie? Are you ok?” I looked down at her, saw her smile and snuggled against my chest. I took it as a good sign.

“Where the hell did you get a condom from?”

I laughed. “Would you believe me that my wife put it in my pocket?”

“Of course she would; that Little Minx is always two steps ahead,” she laughed.

I knew my wife always got what she wanted, and I was so glad she pushed the issue with Genevieve. We were about to have so much fun.

22

Genevieve

The Atelier was busy for a Thursday night, but it was Tied Up Thursday, and it never failed to bring in a crowd. I walked around saying hello to a few people before heading to the bar.

“Mistress, you look lovely.” A man leaned against the bar right next to me.

“William!” I smiled, hugging him. “Long time no see.”

“It's been too long, I haven’t had a reason to fly to Denver and I’ve missed it,” he said, as we pulled away and I admired him.

William was one of my Subs once upon a time until he left for California to open up a tech business in Silicon Valley. It had been years since I had seen him, and he had changed. California had been kind to him, and he looked to be in really great shape.

“How are you?” I sat down on the bar stool, and he did the same.

“I’m great,” he said, looking shy.

“Just great? I thought I taught you better than to be aloof when I asked something,” I teased, grabbing his bicep as he blushed. I was right. William had definitely gained some muscle.

“I… I think I’m a little taken aback. You’ve only grown more beautiful,” he said, biting his lip.

God, I missed how easily it was to rile this man up. He was a great Submissive, only second best to Easton, and when he left, I was gutted.

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