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Angelica’s ship had already sailed as she came and came on Edward’s long thick joy buried deep inside her.

He removed the toy to free his hands for the flogger, but instead of spanking her with it, he slid it around her waist like a belt holding on to each end so he could pull her into him and bounce her ass up and down on his rock-hard cock over and over again.

Bent over and restrained, head down and ass bouncing over and over, she rode him. Angelica came so hard she could not breathe, and the ball gag was starting to restrict her breathing. She became scared about breathing. She did not want him to stop, but she had to breathe.

Finally, Angelica felt desperate and had to tap out by tapping his thigh with her hand tied to her ankle.

Per his safe words, Gray stopped immediately and detached Angelica’s wrists from her ankles. She quickly reached up to remove her ball gag that was blocking her breathing and took a deep gulp of air. Then, she exhaled and breathed again, gasping for air as Gray came to lie next to her on the bed for aftercare.

He put his arm around her and asked, “Are you ok, Angelica? Is anything hurting?”

She lay in his arms for a moment before speaking to continue catching her breath and finally said, “I’m fine, nothing is hurting. I just could not breathe when I started climaxing with the ball gag,” she explained. “I was starting to panic about not being able to breathe.”

Edward had returned to his usual persona and comforted her gently and asked, “Feeling back to normal now?”

She smiled and replied, “Yes, sir. I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

He smiled, stroked her hair gently, and said softly, “You never disappoint me, Angelica.”

She looked deeply into his eyes and whispered, “I came really hard. I was so turned on by your primal, fierce energy. I don’t know why, but you just had me shaking the whole time.” Looking down from his eyes, she said, “But you didn’t cum.”

Cupping her chin to pull her eyes back to him, Edward said, “That’s no big deal. We have the whole weekend ahead of us with no more meetings—just the two of us.”

Angelica snuggled into him and buried her face and soft hair against his chest.

“What if we pretend this is like a honeymoon weekend and just not leave the bedroom except to answer the door for room service? Then, we can take turns with you showing me more of your tantra, Nuru massage stuff, and perhaps a little bit more of my BDSM world, except no more ball gags,” he said with a playful smile.

“All weekend, just the two of us in bed, a real BDSM – Tantra – Kink weekend? Oh my… I think that sounds like the best invitation I have ever received!” she said, giggling. “But you promise, no more ball gags?” She held up her index finger to anchor the point.

Edward kissed the tip of her finger playfully, over and over, as he said, “One hundred percent guaranteed.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Return To Paradise

Angelica woke Sunday morning to a rare sight. Edward was still in bed next to her asleep. She looked at his lean, muscular tanned body. He wore only his thin yoga pants, no shirt, revealing his tight, toned physique from his daily gym routine. Well, every day, except for yesterday when they stayed in bed all day together as he had promised. She had been his workout, and he had been hers. The two of them remained in the hotel suite, from brunch in bed to dinner and a movie. He had placed the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door, and other than requesting lots more towels and bottles of water, the housekeepers did little more than giggle when one of the two lovebirds opened the door for the provisions. Room service was allowed to make meal deliveries with their rolling carts, draped with a neatly pressed white linen tablecloth, into the living room only, as the bedroom had an assortment of ropes and restraints, toys, and lingerie in varying arrays of disrepair. That room at the Ritz Carlton might never be the same again.

She liked watching him sleep peacefully. He didn’t move. He didn’t snore. He was her prince with all his strengths and flaws, his gifts, and imperfections. She saw only her Edward. Leaning over, she risked kissing him softly on the forehead while he slept, and lightly ran her fingers through his deep brown hair with a few flecks of grey for that distinguished salt-and-pepper look.

Gray stretched like he was pulling out of deep sleep. When he finally opened his eyes, he lay there looking at her. A mischievous smile crept onto his face as he reached over to grab Angelica, pulling her giggling and squirming over on top of him. His hands ran down her back and across her toned backside.

Angelica cried out playfully, “No more!” She could feel his manhood growing thick and aroused yet again. Pleading, half-kidding, and laughing after their full-day marathon of sex from Friday night and all day long on Saturday, she cried out, “Get that thing away from me!”

Edward rolled both of them over so that he was on top, pinning her easily. “Are you saying ‘uncle?’” he said as he smiled with his disarming charm. Then, he added, “Don’t make me tickle you again.”

She replied with both hands up on the pillow in a sign of surrender, “OK. I give up. You win!”

“Let’s get some coffee sent up while we pack. We’ll have Sunday brunch on the jet ride home. Sound good?” Edward asked nonchalantly.

Looking at him, Angelica slumped and replied, “Is that like even a normal conversation for you, Edward?” Then, half-mocking him in her best Edward Gray imitation, she said, “Let’s have coffee sent up. We’ll have brunch on the jet on the way home.”

Finally, he smiled, looking her in the eyes with equal parts of love and lust, and said, “You know, Ms. Hart, you are still not too big for a proper spanking if you don’t behave.”

Angelica squirmed and flirted, channeling her best Marilyn Monroe for him, and cooed, “Oh really? A wise girl knows her limits, Mr. Gray. A smart girl knows she has none.”

Edward said, “I think I want a photo shoot done of you Marilyn Monroe style and have that quote put on the large, framed print made for the Playroom. Would you do that for me sometime, Kitten?”

Smiling as she got up to head to the bath, Angelica replied, “Whatever makes you happy—tickles me to death, sir. In her first subtle instruction to her Master on starting his new day, she said, “I’m turning on the hot water for the shower if you want to join me after you ring up for that coffee, sir.”He didn’t even catch it, did he?she thought as she smiled, turning on the rainforest showerhead in the luxurious Ritz Carlton, D.C., for one last time.

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