Page 37 of After Hours

As was always the way with this man, he didn’t wait for her to catch up. He expected that she would. He fucked her mouth until she did.

And it was work. There was that an enormous plug in her ass. Her knees were shaking, and she had to figure out a way to hold herself up. Because her hands were in those cuffs and while the chains were taut because of the way he’d angled himself, she had to figure out how to balance her arms in the air so she didn’t collapse?—

But no, she thought then. That wasn’t the lesson.

She was under no illusions that this wasn’t, in fact, one big lesson.

The lesson today was very clearlysurrender.

And when she did, when she let go, it was like everything else shifted too. His cock was deep in her throat, and she’d trained for this. For months. It was a beautiful thing to be able to take him, to be able to let him hammer into her face in the wild way he so rarely allowed himself.

That she could give this to him made her whole body shake. Romily felt herself getting wetter and hotter, and her nipples actually hurt they were so hard.

Still he kept going, moving that an enormous cock even deeper into her throat. She felt when his hands moved to her hair and fisted there, and then almost felt as if she ascended to a different level entirely when he began to come, pouring himself down her throat.

She felt herself coming too though she should have fought to prevent it, her ass clenching hard on the plug, and the rest of her gone taut and needy. She couldn’t have stopped herself if her life depended on it.

He came and came and she gulped it all down, even as her own body shook.

Zachary pulled back and let her hang there with the chains stretched out. He smoothed his hand over her hair, her hot face flushed and pressed into his thigh.

“Lick me clean,” he told her.

Romily sought out his cock with her mouth, doing as he’d demanded. She licked up anything she could find, anything to get her mouth on him again.

She could feel herself stirring all over again and better still, him too.

Zachary moved again, leaving her with only another stroke of her hair. She stayed where she was, ass in the air and her face down on the mattress, her arms stretched out on either side and canted forward.

She tried to imagine the picture she made. What he was looking at. But she knew that whatever angle he chose, he found this beautiful. He foundherbeautiful. He had told her explicitly, and repeatedly, that there was nothing that could possibly occur between them as they brought these things out of each other that he wouldn’t find precious.

Then she wondered if this was the lesson too. If this time he needed her tobelieve.

He came back and she felt his hands on her again. He tested that plug, and she moaned a bit as he played with it. Then he reached between her legs and ran his fingers through all that molten heat he found there, finding her clit and pinching it though he would know perfectly well that she was oversensitive after coming.

Zachary confirmed that by laughing slightly when she jolted. Because they both knew that it was like a knife’s edge, what made her uncomfortable and what made her ache with yearning. And all he had to do —

But then he did it. He pinched her once more and this time, all she felt was heat.

He moved up her body, though he didn’t shift her body this time. He simply slid himself beneath her, his mouth fastening to one breast. Then the other. He went back and forth, and when she was actually sighing, pressing her breasts toward that wicked mouth of his, he pulled back.

Next she felt the pinch of clamps as he fastened those vicious little claw teeth to one nipple at a time.

And it was like she… panicked. Everything inside her was noise and sensation, pain and heat?—

“Breathe,” he told her.

She tried. She really tried.

But all he did was test the clamps to make sure they held—sending more electricity charging through her, and then he wasmoving again. He spread her legs apart even wider, then lifted her up.

Everything felt upside down, but then she realized that he was lying down on the bed and lowering her pussy directly onto his face.

So she was more or less sitting on his face while chained the bed, that plug in her ass and the nipple clamps still burning.

All Romily could do was make the strangest, most guttural noises. She could hardly tell where her own scalding heat ended and that clever, wicked mouth of his began.

He teased her and he taunted her. He brought her so close to the edge, so close that her hips moved of her own accord and the pain in her nipples was more like a guiding light, and she wasright there?—

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