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She nods, sucking me harder, letting her tongue slide along the length of my shaft. Jesus Christ. I’m not sure I can hold out. Thetried-and-tested method of reciting any mundane facts over and over again is doing nothing to curb my need to come. She is too good.

She sets a punishing rhythm, her gag reflex kicking in once or twice, but it only makes her throat tighten around the head of my cock. It’s fucking euphoric.

“Keep going, pet. Just like that. It’s so fucking good. I want you to slide one hand between your thighs. Touch yourself. Feel how wet you are for me.”

She complies, never faltering as she works my cock, but I’m mesmerized by the sight of her fingers circling her clit. This should be illegal, it’s that hot. She moans as she pushes herself to the brink, awaiting my command. I told her she won’t be coming tonight as punishment for misbehaving, but at this moment, it’s more of a punishment for me. I want to watch her fall apart for me.

Fuck.

I start to buck my hips as I chase release, unable to hold back any longer. “Don’t you dare come, pet. Fucking hell! Understood?”

She nods her head, and her legs start to shake under the strain as she attempts to curb an orgasm that’s about to rip through her body as she sucks my cock. I harshly grip her head with both hands as I fuck her mouth, taking what I want and what I know sheneeds.

My body detonates, my orgasm so intense I can’t help bucking wildly against her. “Fuck… yes… Celest… too fucking good.” She’s trembling as she grabs my forearms, her frustration clear as she squeezes her thighs together to quash the ache. “Good girl.”

Her limbs begin to shake uncontrollably as she balances on the edge, and I ride the aftershocks. She wasn’t playing around when she said she wanted to swallow every last drop of my cum. When I’m spent, she slumps against my leg, and I scoop her into my arms.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you comply, pet. You were so good. You took every drop. My good pet.”

“Thank you, Master.” She’s limp in my arms, and I wish we could remain like this for the rest of the night, but I know she needs to get home.

“I’m going to take you home.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“This is a nonnegotiable for me, pet. It’s in the contract. I take you home. If you’re here with friends and I’m not around, my driver will take you home. I need to know you’re safe.”

“No one has ever cared for me that much.” It’s a sad observation.

“Well, that stops now. Today. You’re mine now, pet, and I protect what’s mine. Always.”

“I’m yours?” For such a powerhouse of a woman, her voice is meek, careful, and full of trepidation.

“Yes, pet. You’re mine. Let’s get you cleaned up, and I’ll take you home.”

“My clothes.”

“This is becoming a habit, pet,” I quip, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I’m so sorry about tonight.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Tonight is a fresh start—the beginning of our story. I was hoping you’d start coming to my playroom. I had some clothes delivered yesterday. You can pick whatever you would like after I shower you.”

“You did that… for me?”

I set her on her feet and retrieve my shirt off the floor, wrapping it around Celest before intertwining our fingers as I lead her out of my office and down to my playroom. “I’d do anything for you.” The words are as much a surprise to me as they are to her. When did this become so much more than friends with benefits?

“Really?”

“I’d die for you, Celest.” As I open the door to my playroom and pull her inside, I realize how true those words are. I will defend her with everything I have and do my damnedest to be worthy of her.

Chapter 18

CELEST

Flex’s playroom is as palatial as the rest of the club—ornate artwork on the walls interspersed with every piece of bondage furniture imaginable and all the tools to punish a submissive. It’s my dreams and fantasies combined, only surpassed by the man leading me to the bathroom.

He sets me on the cold granite countertop while he turns on the shower. “You won’t be needing this shirt,” he says as he returns to me, placing himself in between my legs. Achingly slow, he undoes each of the buttons, his fingers caressing my breasts as he moves down my body. When he’s done, he pushes it off my shoulders, letting it drop onto the countertop as he captures my mouth with his lips, darting his tongue out to lick the seam, asking for entrance.

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