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“Good girl.”

I leave my cock on display, letting her see what she does to me as she brings herself to orgasm. It takes everything I have to let her finish without me. I want her pleasure. I want to be selfish and take my own as she willingly gives me hers.

The second she crashes over the edge, I scoop her into my arms, making it impossible for her to ride the aftershocks as her body shakes against me. I grab her dress off the chair and drape it over her. I don’t need Dalton giving me shit again for walking through the bar with a naked sub.

Celest writhes in my arms, rubbing her legs together to find relief, but she can wait. “If you want to be fucked tonight and sate your body’s cry for more, I suggest you stop wriggling, pet.”

She doesn’t answer, instead letting a soft, sexy moan escape her. She’s a lesson in restraint for me right now. I can’t get her to my playroom fast enough.

“Reach into my back pocket and swipe the card.” Her movements are lethargic as she does what I ask. “Are you too tired?”

“No.”

I set her down on her feet before slapping her ass. “Address me properly, pet.”

“No, Master. I’m not too tired for you.” A sudden spark dances in her eyes.

“Right answer.” My lips crash down on hers in an urgent kiss—a fierce fuck as our tongues twist and tangle. I groan as she fists her hands in the back of my shirt. I’m hungry for her, and yet I don’t want to rush, but as her slight body presses against me, my cock strains in my pants, desperate for more.

“Oh God.Master!Yes.”

I slip my hands into her hair, holding her steady as I explore, holding her just where I want her. “Fuck.”

“Please.” One word is my undoing.

I lift her and walk over to the bed, setting her down as I grudgingly break our kiss just long enough to get a condom out of my back pocket. “Spread your legs, pet.”

She crawls up the bed and turns to face me, watching with a wicked grin as I undress, unleash my cock, and tear open the foil wrapper before rolling the condom on.

“Like what you see?” Her legs drop open in reply.Fuck me.I wanted to make her work for it, but I need to be inside her.Now.

“Tell me, pet. How badly do you want me to fuck you right now?”

“I want your cock, Master.”

“Whether you like it soft and slow or hard and fast doesn’t matter right now. All I need is your consent because once I take your sweet little cunt, I won’t be able to stop. Say it. Say you want my cock inside you, Celest.”

“I want your big, hard cock inside me, Master.”

I swear my vision darkens as she bites her bottom lip, her hands cupping her breasts, kneading them as I crawl onto the bed between her legs. “Do you have any idea how hot you are when you let everyone watch you get off? The sight of your hand dipping between your legs, your naked cunt slick as you finger fuck yourself. It’s enough to drive any man insane.”

“Then, fuck me… Master, and make it hurt.”

Jesus. I’m over her in seconds, positioning myself at her entrancebefore taking her in one sharp, hard thrust. “You’re so fucking tight. Relax, Celest. Give yourself a moment to adjust.” I know she’ll be sore tomorrow, but she wants it that way. I want her thinking about my cock. A shudder runs through my body as I sink balls deep inside her. She feels too good.

“Flex…”

I lean in, nipping her earlobe with my teeth with just enough bite to make my point. “Fucking address me properly when my dick is inside your greedy little cunt.” It takes everything I have to stay still. To deprive her of the thrust of my hips she wants so badly.

“Please… Master. I’m begging you to fuck me.”

I pull back just enough to capture her lips with mine as I begin to move. As we find a rhythm together, I deepen our kiss, greedy for more of her. Her mouth tastes as sweet as her pussy—addictive if I were capable of such feelings. Her tongue brushes against mine, so soft compared to the harshness of every circle of our hips.

“Fuck, pet.” She swallows my groan, wrapping her legs around my waist as she scratches down my back. I brace my hands on either side of her, thinking of anything else right now. I don’t want to shoot my load in two minutes. This isn’t usually a problem for me, but something about the juxtaposition of the tenderness of her lips and the vigor of our bodies as we chase release has me in sensory overload.

I want to fuck her all night long, but I know she needs to be punished. Not because I’ll enjoy it—which I really fucking will—but because sheneedsit. She craves domination. I’ve noticed her demeanor change in recent months. The more she puts herself on display on the voyeur floor, the more closed off she seems outside of those scenes.

“Yes… oh God… Master… I… I’m so close.”

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