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“Honey?”

It took her a moment to register that he had asked her a question.What question? Oh, right. How am I doing?

“Green, Sir,” she managed to say in a low, sultry tone that bordered on a moan, desperate to continue, to delve deeper into this intimate dance they shared.

“Good.” The single syllable reverberated in the charged atmosphere as he resumed his deliberate motion, the flogger finding its mark once more. Each stroke carried a weight of purpose.

He hit her again and again, going from her shoulders to her knees, avoiding her spine and kidneys. He put more force behind the strokes on big muscles and fleshier parts like the buttocks and eased up on tender places. From time to time, he leaned his body into hers, to stroke and probe her pussy or tease her clit.

Skillfully, he drove her higher and higher to the pinnacle. She ascended, touch by touch, her arousal growing with each passing moment. The air thinned around her. Her heart pounded in her chest, matching the rhythm of his ministrations. Each labored breath fueled her lust, propelling her closer to the elusive peak.

With each stroke – whether from the flogger or his hands– her anticipation soared. She could almost taste the climax that awaited her at the zenith, the euphoria of release. Her muscles strained, pushed to their limits, as James pushed herself beyond what she thought possible.

She was vaguely aware that James shed his pants just as she reached the pinnacle of her ascent. His hands on her hips, the broad tip of his cock between her folds, he surged forward with one powerful thrust and entered her soaking pussy,

The sudden entrance shattered the last tendrils of control she had over her body. The ground trembled beneath her, and the blood rushed in her ears like the rumble of an avalanche. An unstoppable force surged forward, hurtling toward her with an overwhelming power. She screamed her orgasm as it consumed her. It was a torrent of chaos, an uncontrollable force that swept her from her feet, mercilessly dragging her with it.

“Green, Sir,” she moaned shakily.

James relished in the sound of her voice, a sultry murmur that sent a delicious shiver down his spine. Her affirmation, saturated with desire, echoed in his ears, fueling his own hunger to push their shared boundaries further.

"Good," he breathed, his voice laced with a touch of satisfaction. It was a fleeting moment of acknowledgment, a confirmation that they were in sync, that their dance of dominance and submission flowed harmoniously.

With purposeful intent, he resumed his measured motion, the suede flogger becoming an extension of hiswill. Each stroke carried weight, a calculated force that sought to elicit a myriad of sensations within her. From her shoulders to her knees, he methodically explored her canvas, ensuring to avoid the delicate territory of her spine and kidneys.

His experienced hand adjusted the intensity, discerning which areas could handle a stronger impact, and which required a gentler touch.

The strokes landed on the substantial muscles with more force, leaving their mark on the fleshy terrain of her buttocks. And in the tender places, he eased up, offering respite amidst the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain.

Between flogging, he teased her pussy and clit with expert fingers, until she was panting and wriggling against the cross, mindless with lust.

When her toes curled and her breathing became labored, he dropped his pants, sheathed him with the mandatory protection, and positioned himself behind her. His cock bumped her pussy. With a firm grip on her hips, he surged home and Laura screamed her pleasure.

James threw his head back in ecstasy as her slick pussy closed around his cock like a hot fist. Strong muscles pulsed around him and he pounded into her from behind, allowing her orgasm to trigger his own. His eyes rolled back in his head as heat shot up his spine and he spurted jet after jet of hot come into the condom.

He had been rock-hard from the moment he entered the room and seen his present. As he teased Laura higher and higher, his cock strained and wept to be inside her.

He was aware they now had an audience. As James let his body come down from one of the most powerful orgasms in his life, a flicker of movement caught his attention in his peripheral vision., but he hadn’t a cluewho they were, and it didn’t matter – their identity an irrelevant detail. He was not normally one to engage in public sex, but in that exhilarating instant, it felt right. They were not a gawking crowd, but witnesses, as every marriage should be witnessed. And that was what this felt like, a marriage. Anything that came later – a license, a priest, a collar – all redundant. This was their real union.

A triumphant smile curled upon James' lips as the realization sank in.She is mine. The anticipation, the longing, the countless moments leading up to this climax, all coalesced into an overwhelming sense of possessiveness. He had yearned for her surrender, craved it with every fiber of his being. And now, at long last, it was within his grasp.Finally!

As James was looking after Laura, Chris and Kate tidied up the station. Their voices, hushed and filled with an unmistakable energy, mingled with the atmosphere, creating a backdrop of happiness and excitement. The same feelings that bubbled inside James.

His gaze shifted between Laura, nestled securely in his lap, and his friends, as they diligently tidied up the surroundings.

Kate, mindful of Laura’s state, approached James on cat’s feet. “How are you?” she inquired, her voice a gentle whisper, when they were finished with the cleaning.

A tender smile tugged at the corners of James's lips as he looked down at the woman curled on his lap. The weight of her trust and vulnerability settled within his heart, filling him with an indescribable contentment. “Amazing,” he said in an equally soft voice. “Finally, the last barrier is gone. I’m confident we’ll be great together.”

“Planning on collaring her?” Chris asked. He sounded a bit gruff, but James knew his friend was pleased for him. They would talk later – right now his woman was all that mattered.

James contemplated the question, while stroking up and down Laura’s body. She was wrapped in a blanket and still blissfully unaware of her surroundings. “We have to discuss it,” he began. “I would love to marry and collar her, but I have to tread carefully. I think maybe collaring first because it won’t remind her of Jake the way marriage might.”

Laura stirred on his lap and he turned his focus from his friends to his submissive. He reached for a bottle of vitamin water, pressing it to her lips. She drank with a thirst that showed she spend a lot of energy and fluids in the scene.

“Slowly,” he cautioned and pulled back the bottle before letting her drink some more. With tender care, James extended the square of rich, dark chocolate towards Laura's lips. His movements were deliberate and unhurried. He held the chocolate square within her reach, allowing her to take it at her own pace. The aroma of the velvety confection wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of their shared intimacy.

Laura's lips parted, her eyes meeting his. The moment hung suspended, a delicate pause that mirrored the balance they had established. And then, with a slight tilt of her head, she accepted the offering, her tongue flicking out to taste the decadent sweetness.

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