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Jake bobs his head, threading our fingers together to bring our joined hands to his lips, dusting kisses along the curve of my knuckles. “I never wanted to break it off with you, Riley, I swear to you. But I didn’t know what to do. I’d spent my whole life being single thinking that I was protecting Jo Jo from instability, but I came to find out I’ve done a few things wrong.” His eyes hold mine, the emerald near his irises glittering against the fire. “One of those things was letting you leave that night. The three of us should’ve sat down then and talked it all out. But… I handled it all wrong, and I’m so sorry.” He pulls me into him, and I wind up draped across his lap, my arms around his neck.

He kisses me, our tongues rolling together in sizzling silence, his erection pressing into the underside of my calves. “I’m sorry for the way that all went down, Riley, I truly am. And I want you to know that I want you to be my girlfriend, to live here in the guest room until you’re ready to come to my room. And if at any point it all feels too fast–”

I press my lips to his. “I want to be your girlfriend, too.” I kiss him again. “And everything between us has happened crazy fast, but… in other ways, the timing has been just right.”

“You know, I kind of agree with you,” he says with a wink.

I pinch his sweats and give them a tug. “Are you wearing lingerie since Jo Jo is out tonight?”

He tosses his head back in laughter. “Sweats do it for you, huh?’

“You do it for me,” I admit, “but you in sweats is just a hot little bonus.” I tap my chin. “Well, nothing is little, so I guess it’s ahugebonus.”

He tugs on a loose strand of my hair. “That bonus is enjoying you being on my lap, blondie.”

I waggle my eyebrows. “I feel it.” I kiss him again, this time collecting his face in my palms, keeping our faces together in between kisses. “Thank you for today. Thank you for showing up for me. You and Jo Jo showed up for me so big today, and no one ever has before. Not for me, not like that.”

He takes over, his mouth carving kisses down my neck and along my collarbone. “I will show up for you every day, Riley,” he promises, his hands finding their way under my t-shirt. “You look real hot in my clothes, you know that,” he adds, tugging the shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. He lays me down in front of the fire, kissing my bare chest and bare belly, and as good as it feels, we’re missing something. I sift my fingers through his hair and tug to get his attention, to temporarily stop him.

“Get your toys,” I urge, my request rattling in my chest, a little nervous to be so brazen.

Hovering over me, his eyes search mine. “It’s been a day, I don’t know if–”

“I do,” I say. “I want it, Jake. I want you. I want you to drive me into that place of pain and pleasure, because it makes me feel so good.Youmake me feel so good. So please, sir,” I beg, my eyes going dark as the flame between my legs licks higher and higher with each passing second. “Please, whip me, gag me, and fuck me. I need it, sir.”

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THIRTY-ONE

His large handsslide over the bare globes of my ass before pulling me apart. “Sweet little untouched hole,” he rasps, bringing his mouth to my ass. His tongue traces me before he bites into my cheek, making me hiss.

Flipping me onto my back, I blink up at him, arousal pouring from me at the sight of his hungry, wild eyes. He pushes my legs apart, and with his eyes on mine, dips down, cupping his mouthover my pussy.

Oh god, I cry out in my mind.Yes, right there, I silently plead.

The gag is on my mouth again, and as much as I want him to hear just how good he’s making me feel, I realize not letting me speak, offering him control over me in that way– I’m showing him with my body how much I care about him, how close we are, how much I trust him. In so many ways, that’s better than any moan for a man like Jake.

“I’m gonna take this pussy bare, you perfect little slut,” he growls out, his cockhead pressing against my apex, threatening to slip inside. “And you’re not gonna come until I tell you to, you got that?”

I nod my head frantically, writhing against him as much as my wrist and ankle restraints will allow. He raises up his newest flogger, each of the tails comprising three strands of cowhide, braided together to create a coarse whip. Twenty-five tails, twenty-five tiny little whips within the flogger. He’s proud of this design, and I’m equally proud to test it.

He drags the tails down my chest, around my nipple, and brings them to my clit. “You get a light one here if you come without permission,” he warns me, teasing my bundle of fiery nerves. I nod, and while I have no clue how I’ll ask for permission while gagged, I don’t care. Either way, I win this man, his whips, and his big dick.

With a quick movement, I’m back on my hands and knees, leather keeping my wrists and ankles just a foot apart. He moves his dick up my wet slit, pushing inside a little. I grunt, and I doubt there will ever be a time that I can take him easily. There will always be a minute or two of accommodation, burn and stretch, acceptance. But I like it. It reminds me that the right relationships have the right kind of pain.

He strikes me on my left ass cheek, and I surge forward in response. His hand tugs me back by the shoulder, whichsends me deeper on his dick. “That’s right, get down on it, spread yourself open for me,” he commands, his breathing growing more and more labored. I bite at the gag as he sinks inside me deeper, teasing my asshole with the handle of the flogger.

“How about I fuck your pretty cunt and my toy fucks your virgin hole? Would you like that? What am I saying,” he says rhetorically, a sardonic chuckle in his tone. “Of course you’ll like that. You’d like anything I gave to you, isn’t that right, my willing little submissive?”

I nod so much I think my neck is starting to get sore. “Yes,” I gargle from behind the gag. He snaps the flogger against my cheek with just enough force to make me gasp as the tails sting my lips. “When I wanna hear you, you’ll know.”

The cap of the lube has my body quivering. The hard press of the handle against my tight hole makes me jump, but Jake’s hand comes to my hip, holding me steady. “Easy, easy,” he growls, tugging me back as my body, in reaction, bucks forward again. With the flogger handle in my ass, the pain of the intrusion nearly blinding, and Jake’s cock buried so deep that if I press my fingers to my belly, I can feel him there, I almost can’t handle it. The pain. The pleasure. The fullness. My body breaks out into a sweat as I groan into the smooth leather gag, saliva dripping down my chin.

“You feel that? That’s what ownership feels like, baby.” He smacks my ass again, this time using a lunge whip. I saw this one in the cabinet and asked for it tonight. He snaps his wrist, and the long, singular tail of the whip crests along my back, leaving fiery, aching skin in its wake. A moment later, thick fingers tangle with the buckle at the base of my skull, and then the gag falls to the bed. Another harsh bite of his lunge whip between my shoulder bladeshas me dropping my head between my shoulders, letting loose a feral cry.

“Oh fuck!” I scream. When I reopen my eyes, I see Jake’s heavy balls swinging from beneath him as he fucks me hard and deep, still using the whip handle in my ass.

The sight of his huge balls and strong thighs is dizzying, and my clit throbs. “Can I please come, sir?” I ask, and it’s not anything we’ve done before, but tonight he told me I need to ask before I come, and it turned me on so much I’ve been fighting an orgasm for the last twenty minutes.

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