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A soft sigh escaped her lips. “Heaven.”

The gentle release of pleasure resonated withinJames. Chris chuckled, either at her bliss or his, and Laura startled alert.

“How long have you been here?” she asked, curling in on herself slightly.

“Relax, honey.” James's fingertips glided over Laura's skin in gentle strokes, relishing the softness beneath his touch. He spoke to her in a low, soothing voice, aiming to calm any residual tension from their intense scene. “We’re at the club. Chris and Kate are with us. How are you feeling?”

Laura wiggled her head, rolled her shoulders, and checked her surroundings. “Good, Sir, very good.”

Laura's response brought a smile to James's lips.

“Can you stand?” James asked.

She nodded.

Satisfied with her well-being, James extended a supportive hand, assisting her as she rose to her feet. With care and consideration, he removed the blanket from her shoulders, revealing her nakedness. “Let me have a look at your back.” She didn’t flinch or try to cover herself. She still wasn’t running on all cylinders, or she would have blushed at being seen naked.

Gently stroking her lightly reddened skin, James assessed the aftermath of their play. Relief washed over him as he found no visible bruising, a testament to his careful attention and understanding of Laura's limits. James had to be careful with impact play because Laura marked easily, and in subspace, she could feel no pain. He could hardly blame her for that; he had been deep in top space himself.

He draped the blanket over her once more, embracing her in its protective warmth, then lifted her in his arms. As he carried her, James savored the delicate yip ofsurprise that escaped her lips, prompting laughter to ripple through the group. Chris's amusement, tinged with admiration, resonated in the air, mirrored by Kate's joyful laughter. They formed a bond, a circle of understanding and shared experiences, appreciating the unique dynamics of their respective relationships.

Chris shook his head, still chuckling. “You’ve got to admit, it’s great fun to handle a drowsy sub.”

Kate nodded. She bundled the lingerie Laura had been wearing in a package with her jeans and blouse and dropped it in Laura’s lap, then gave her a kiss on her cheek. Then she went on her tiptoes and whispered, “Congratulations,” to James and pecked him on the cheek as well.

“Thank you and have a good evening, friends,” James said to both her and Chris. “I’m going to take my sub home with me now, where she belongs.”

As they left, James couldn't help but notice the longing in Chris and Kate's glances, an unspoken desire for the kind of bond he shared with Laura. In that brief exchange, he glimpsed their yearning for a connection as profound and intimate as his own.

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

Laura's heart fluttered with excitement as James led her into his condo. The night they had spent at Club Indigo had been a journey of exploration and liberation, their desires intertwining in a world of sensuality and trust.

Her senses tingled with the memories of the dimly lit, decadent atmosphere, where the air was thick with desire and the faint sound of moans and whispers. The echoes of their shared experiences, of ropes and restraints, lingered in her mind, an intoxicating reminder of the pleasures they had discovered together.

As they crossed the threshold into the bedroom, Laura's pulse quickened. The room, adorned with satin sheets and an array of toys, beckoned to them, a sanctuary where their deepest desires could be explored without judgment or fear.

Her eyes roamed the room, taking in the leather restraints hanging from the walls, the array of floggers neatly arranged on a table, and the soft glow of overhead light casting enticing shadows on the plush carpet. She drank it all in with renewed energy.

Her legs tingled with anticipation, and James scooped her up effortlessly, his eyes filled with a potent combination of adoration and dominance. The sensation of being carried, of offering herself willingly to him, sent a thrill through her entire being. She melted into his arms, her body responding to his touch, yearning for the connection they shared.

As James gently placed her onto the bed, Laura's body sank into the plush mattress.

Following her down on the bed, James claimed her mouth and deftly removed her clothing with patient touches and sensual tugs.

His mouth had followed his hands – alternating between licking, kissing, nibbling and biting. By the time he reached her pussy, she was quivering with need and ready to beg for release.

After she came with his mouth on her clit, he mercilessly rearranged their bodies, until she was lying on her back half draped over him. He held her legs apart with his right hand between her thighs and one of her legs pinned between his. His left hand was curled around her shoulders, and he had a firm grip on her hair. “How many times have you come?” James demanded.

“I don’t know,” she panted. “Three times … four … I don’t know.”

He chuckled and growled, “You’re so fucking wet. Your cunt is soaking, dirty girl. Are you my little slut, getting so wet for me? Who owns this pussy?”

She moaned, “You do, Sir.”

“You bet I do,” he rumbled in her ear. “But there’s another part of you I own but haven’t claimed yet.”

Understanding dawned on her. “My ass,” she whispered, and he nodded.

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