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I slide my tongue over her neck, reaching her ear. “Are you ready? Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?”

She nods.

“Good girl.”

I brace myself, bend my legs, reach her ass. She sticks it out as much as she can, ready for me.

I slide my cock between her ass cheeks, and then, quickly, I breach the tight rim of her asshole.

She sucks in a breath. I wait a moment. And then I thrust all the way in.

Sweet, sweet heaven.

I wait—wait until I can feel her body relax a bit—and then I slide out and back in.

I’ve already come once, so I was thinking it would be a little longer before I came again.

But already I can feel my balls scrunching up to my body, my cock ready to explode.

Still, she hasn’t come. That will be punishment enough.

In, out, in, out—until I can take it no longer.

I shove myself into her ass, releasing.

Chapter Thirty

Mary

I’m dying a slow and perfect death.

My clit is on fire—throbbing inside already.

But I cannot disobey his command not to come.

With one word, I could come.

I’ve disobeyed him already. I’ve spoken not once, not twice, but three times. And he’s punished me for it.

He may not let me come tonight.

Though I could go home after the scene and masturbate myself to climax, already I know I won’t.

I won’t because he told me not to.

And obeying him… Submitting to him… Giving no one but Ronan control of my pleasure…

It feels right.

So fucking right.

He withdraws from my ass, and I listen to his footfalls as he walks to the bathroom in the suite, turns on the faucet, and then returns. A washcloth slides between my ass cheeks.

“You’re something amazing,” he growls against my thighs as he washes me.

I want to tell him everything I’m feeling, how I’ll never come again unless he tells me to. How this is “something amazing” that I’ve never experienced. Not with any Dominant. Not even with Lucas.

But I’m putting the cart before the horse. We don’t know each other, and he’s probably not feeling anything like that.

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