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“Oh my god!” I scream while squirting all over the mattress.

Landon roars with his release, filling my pussy with hot cum. I collapse into the mattress, the soaked sheets not even registering as I try to catch my breath.

Someone rolls me over onto my back.Landon.

“You okay?”

I have no idea. “Yes?”

“Stay still for us, baby.” Kerrington unties the ropes on my legs.

Landon holds my cheek and kisses me. “You did so good for us.”

The praise makes me want to do it all over again immediately. But my arms and legs are al dente spaghetti noodles. I’d never be able to hold myself up for round two.

“The blood is going to rush back to your nipples. It’ll hurt, but the pain won’t last long. Ready?”

Nodding, I bite my bottom lip, already sadthat they’re undoing all these things on me. It’s like I’m being stripped of the title Duchess and getting turned back into Nicole, piece by piece.

Landon carefully unclamps my right side and the blood rushes back to my hardened nipple. I cry out from the pain, and he quickly sucks it into his mouth. The ache doesn’t stop, but it’s manageable.

Tears stream down my face.

Why am I crying?

Holding Landon against me, I focus on the heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue as he twirls it around my sore skin. When he pulls back, I let him.

“One more,” he says in a soft tone. “You ready?”

“Yes.”

The pain and surge of blood and suckling happens all over again, but knowing what to expect, this second time isn’t as bad. My legs ache and belly cramps. I feel like I just went from soaring in the clouds to a crash landing on rocks.

I’m coming down from my high at an alarming speed.

“She’s shaking,” Kerrington announces, like we all can’t see it.

Have I turned into a vibrator? The shakes are awful and I’m so confused. Laugh-crying, I can’t grasp a single emotion to focus on. There’s too many at once, jamming in my throat and rattling out of my body.

The room tips.

My vision darkens.

“I can’t feel my face.”

“We’ve got you.” Landon scoops me up and places me in his lap. “You’re in a sub drop, sweetheart. Kerr, get her water.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” Kerrington runs his hand over my hair and kisses the top of my head. “But I’m going to get some water from the fridge, and I’ll be right back. Count to five for me, nice and loud.”

“One…” I watch him turn. “Two…” My body won’t stop shaking and I’m all wet and sticky. “Three…” He vanishes out of my sight. “F-f-four.” Tears fill my eyes. “Five.” Kerrington enters the room holding a bottle of water.

“Beautiful,” he coos, dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed. “Look at you, being such a good girl.”

His praise keeps fucking me up. I love being called a good girl as much as I love Landon telling me I’m a whore. How can I be two things at once?

“Talk to us,” Kerrington says.

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