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“No. That’s not a part of the deal. No one fucks her ass,” he said as he walked closer to Ryan.

“Fine, then,” Ryan responded.

Then, I feel the tip of his finger on my folds, and he licks it.

“That’s some sweet, juicy stuff,” Ryan says.

I am on the verge now, and every touch, whether finger, hand, mouth, or tongue, pushes me to the extreme tip of the emotional cliff. I barely hang in there, not letting my water spill. Ryan touches me again and licks my wetness. I try not to react to let him know that he is pushing me to squirt one touch at a time.

Then, I feel his penis inside me. Unlike his friends, who use their cocks to caress my folds and clit before diving inside, Ryan penetrates me straight. I feel him close to the softness of my belly button. He is close to where Kyle reaches inside of me.

“See how your pussy grips my dick,” Ryans says as he thrusts and smacks me simultaneously. He places one hand on my back, arching my body so that he can push back my vagina for more sensitivity and reach. I know what he is up to, and since I cannot stop him, I contract my stomach as much as possible while allowing my mind to leave the room.

Shockingly, I feel Ryan's faster thrusts, knowing he is about to come. Then, he slows and again increases his pace until I feel his seed burst inside my vagina. I look sideways and wink at Kyle.

“Your wife is too sweet, Kyle. Damn!" Ryan said as he pulled out of me with some sticky seed dropping on my buttocks and thigh.

“I told you, but I hope you had fun,” Kyle says as he takes his winnings into his wallet.

“What if I want to go again?” Ian asks.

"No. Andrea is my wife, and I don't allow more than what you have done today. Even if I let you, you can't make her come. Never," Kyle says, walking up to the horse to release me from the bondage. I slump on the floor, tired and spent. My legs shake from being in the same position for so long while my pussy begs for Kyle’s dick.

“I will be back for you,” Kyle says before leaving me to see off his friends.

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Chapter Six

Ijust got into the bathroom when the door creaked open. I wait to hear the footsteps to be sure it is Kyle before I come out to see him. He stares at me for a while before he opens his wallet and shows me the money – $2,000 cash - then drops it on the bed.

"Will you disobey me again?" he asked as he went for his flogger. He bends the bunch of leather tails at the end of the handle. I observe every hand movement, expecting him to whip me.

“I will not,” I responded with my voice very low.

“Good. Even if I give you ten men, chances are they will not make you come. Four men couldn't satisfy you, and you still need me to reach that level of sexual trance. Is that not so?” Kyle bellows, and his voice echoes in my body. I nod weakly, with my gaze on the floor.

Kyle raises my head by the chin and kisses me. It was unexpected and dark. Nothing is romantic about it, and when he stops, I wonder why he has done so.

“I’m the only man who can satisfy you. I'm the only man who makes you come, and you enjoy it, not Henry or any of my friends. Do you understand me?” Kyle barks.

I nod again before saying, “I understand. What do you want me to do to make you calm and happy? Tell me, and I will do it."

“You think I will bring another of my friends who can’t fuck you right to touch you? You are my prized possession, and I will not let just anybody touch you," Kyle says, leaving my chin and sitting on the edge of the bed.

His countenance shows his anger and displeasure at me. I look at the money beside him, and he catches me staring.

“You want that?” he asks.

"No, I don't," I respond with my head moving faster than my lips. “Can I go have my bath now? I want to wash my, uh, you know, everything from my body,” I stutter.

“Why? Do my friends stink?” Kyle angrily asked.

“No, that’s not what I mean. But I can stay this way if that’s what you want.”

Kyle says nothing but begins to undress. I watch him remove his shirt, trousers, and underwear. He is hard and lies on the bed without saying a word. I know what Kyle wants, and I am ready; I want him to make me come too.

Climbing the bed with him, I reach for his cock and stroke it with the tip of my nails. Kyle closes his eyes as I touch him. He remains motionless as I grab his dick and caress it. But when I lick the bulbous head of his penis, he moans.

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