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I really wanted him to come. I really wanted him to fill my throat with every single drop. I raked my nails down his thighs, and that made his entire body jerk.

A groan escaped him and he gave one last thrust before the heat unleashed. I swallowed hard, feeling the gush of his cum down my throat.I want more. I want it all.I kept moving my hips as he filled me, his body jerking until he finally pulled back.

I swallowed everything down, licking my lips as I looked up with him.

“Was that good enough, Sir?”

He panted hard. The flowers inking his pale skin rose and fell with each labored breath.

I was addicted to the delirium pumping through my veins.

“Kiss my boot.” His words were short. Firm.

My eyes widened. “Kiss yourboot?”

Salt took a step back and pointed at the floor. “Kiss my fucking boot. The same one you were just rubbing your pussy on.”

I knew I could tell him no. I could sayyellowand slow things down. Or I could sayredand stop it all at any time.

But I didn't want to stop.

There was a bit of resistance inside me. The idea of bending over, my ass facing a bunch of strangers as I kissed the same boot my pussy was just rubbing on terrified me.

But it also turned me on.

I planted my hands on the floor, and slowly bent over. I stared at his boot, realizing that the shine glistening was from me.

“Oh,” I whispered, licking my lips.

I’d made a mess on his boot.

I pressed my lips against the tip.

I kissed his boot before everyone.

“Good,” he said. “I’m proud of you, baby girl.”

I preened under the compliment.

“Now lick up that little mess you made.”

This time, I didn’t hesitate. I lowered myself, dragging my tongue over the leather. My eyes closed at the taste, and I liked it. I liked it a lot. I licked faster, huffing as I swiped away the glistening essence my pussy had left, cleaning it up just like he asked.

I felt his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me up. I whimpered as he pulled me to standing, my head falling back as I looked up at him.

His lips brushed mine. Gentle. So gentle that I was scared the kiss would break. It was fragile like glass.

“There’s a pillory,” he whispered. “I want to lock you in it and fuck you. How does that sound?”

“Anything you want,” I rasped.

He kissed me again, and this time instead of glass, it was steel. It was deep and strong and all-consuming. My entire world tilted as he swept me into his arms, not losing a beat in our kisses as he carried me across the room to a wooden stock with a hole for my head, and two holes for my wrists.

Salt put me down. “Stay.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I watched as he inspected the furniture. He walked around it, checking everything once, twice.

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