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Her fingers play with her nipples as she finds her voice. “Touch your clit while he fucks you, pretty girl. Yank on her hair, you lucky man.”

And, just like that, we both give up complete control to a stranger. Our hands move to obey the mistress in the next room. Two of my fingers press circles against my clit. Callen yanks on my hair, exposing my neck, while he thrusts inside me, forcing me to arch harder into the glass. The man behind the mistress finds his orgasm and releases into her pet’s throat until he starts choking.

She glances their way and smiles, pleased that she holds far more power. “You’ve been a good boy, pet. Now, come here and take a look at our show.”

The man crawls on all fours to his mistress’s side, and she grabs hold of his leash before standing.

“Do you see how he pleases her? Do you see how much she likes it? Focus on the way they fuck.”

With a firm hand on his collar, she shoves his face against the glass. His face is level with my pussy. Callen groans behind me, and his hand covers mine on the glass. His teeth graze my shoulder, biting hard enough to mark me. I moan while the mistress pets the man in her control. The other man is watching us as well, and his eyes heat as Callen whispers dirty words in my ear and handles me with a masculine touch. The mistress yanks on her pet’s collar and pulls his face between her legs, cooing dirty words of her own.

My legs begin to shake. Callen fucks me harder, and I fight against my orgasm. The mistress grinds her pussy against her pet’s face, and I have to close my eyes. It’s too much.

“Open your eyes, pretty girl,” the mistress demands.

I obey and bite down on my lip until blood fills my mouth.

Tears leak from my eyes as I fight to keep them open. The man behind the mistress and her pet palms his dick. The man on the floor presses his ass against the glass. The mistress begins to find her own orgasm with her pet’s mouth between her legs. Callen presses his fingers against my clit since I long ago dropped my own hands from there to dig my nails into the palms of my hands.

His other hand squeezes against my ass. Strangled cries leave my throat. One of his fingers slides against my asshole, and he applies pressure. I’m full-on gasping for breath, needing everything. I’m so greedy for whatever else he can give me. My brain is about to fry as he tortures my clit, presses against my ass, and thrusts into me.

My eyes bounce back and forth between the mistress and the extra man.

The mistress is the first to break, and her face transforms so much, I’d swear a choir should start to sing. The man walks forward and uses the wall to brace himself, so spurts of cum hit the glass and trail down. His eyes are glued to me while he grunts through his orgasm.

“You’re trembling, Rylan. You’re vibrating my cock.” His hot words race through my mind.

The second the mistress releases her hold on the pet’s collar and sinks to the floor, I push back against Callen and slam my fist into the glass, ready to burst. Callen pinches my clit, giving me what I need to fall. I let out a manic roar. My body tingles all over as I clench around him, and the orgasm rips through me. Sweat clings to my skin, and my hair sticks to the back of my neck. Tears continue to race down my cheeks as Callen keeps up his punishing rhythm through my release. The high lasts for minutes, and my arousal coats Callen and drips down my legs.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

Callen slows his thrusts and drags his dick against the walls of my inside. Each pulse of his throbbing cock as he lets himself go increases my pleasure. He deliberately pumps through his own orgasm, and it causes me to go off once again.

He gently loosens his hold on me, and we sink to the ground together. I don’t protest when he slips from me and flips us, so he’s lying on top of me. His lips brush my own for a tantalizing delicious kiss. We gasp and catch our breaths through each lazy caress. His hands brush the hair back from my face, and my legs tangle with his. This is probably as close to cuddling as two people like us will ever get. We’re simply appreciating one another and the crazy shit we just shared.

Callen hums against my lips before he pulls back and rolls to the floor beside me.

“I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to move again,” I admit to the room.

“My instincts tell me, your friend will come looking for me if you’re missing too long.”

I laugh at the truth in those words. “She doesn’t trust you.”

“She shouldn’t. Just like you shouldn’t.”

“I lost trust in people a long time ago.”

“A girl with issues. Who would have guessed?” Sarcasm laces his words.

I lightly smack his chest and attempt to sit up. Slowly, I pull my head up and look through the window into the next room. “Hmm. They’re gone.”

“We should probably get going, too.” Callen stands and extends his hand to help me to my feet.

“Yeah, I should probably go find Tatum. She won’t be comfortable alone here for too long. I’m not sure the club is exactly her thing.”

“It sure is yours. You come alive with all this kinky stuff here.”

I retrieve my clothes and begin to get dressed. Callen does the same.

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