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“Don’t stop,” she moans.

I chuckle, awed by her, pushing myself in deep as I can go and holding it there. “I thought I told you, I’m the one in charge.”

“Please, don’t stop,” she begs.

I smile, she’s a fast learner. “Good girl.”

The swing groans, sweat glistens across our skin, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and moans fills the room, and before long, to my surprise, I find myself getting close. Usually, I’d stop now, make it last, tease her for hours, but I can’t stop myself, not this time.

“Cum with me,” I command instead.

“Oh God, yes.”

Just like that, the release I’ve been denying her comes, and she screams as she climaxes, the orgasm rippling through her and pulling mine out of me with a roar. I don’t stop, moving slower and stilling until we’ve both finally finished.

I turn her over, kissing her on the lips. “Are you okay?”

“More than okay,” she says, looking at me through hooded eyes. I move to release her, starting by untying her wrist. “What, just the once?” she taunts.

I had thought that it would be too intense, too sore, that I should take it easy on her the first time, but damn, that’s tempting. Now I’m wondering if I should simply move her to another spot or see if the others want to join. I look at her flushed face, watching me as if she can read my mind. Her eyes gleam with the challenge. She knows exactly what she’s doing, what effect her words have on me, which is exactly why I deny her. In this battle of wills, I have to win if I want her to sign the contract, and after that, God do I want her to.

“Maybe we should see who else is here? Have the guys come and fuck you, too. Do you think you could handle all four of us at once in here?”

Her eyes alight with excitement. “Yes.”

“Sign the contract then.”

Her mouth pops open with disbelief as I untie her, kissing her gently on the lips and handing her a silk robe to put on. It takes all of my willpower not to tie her back up again as she stands there, naked and glistening in the soft lamplight.

“You’re serious?”

“About you, yes. I don’t want this to be a fling or an experiment for you. I want you, Sadie. One night isn’t enough.”

No amount of time will ever be enough.

I might be acting like I’m in control, like I hold all the cards, the power, but the truth is, from the moment I kissed her tonight, maybe even before, she’d won.

Chapter 26

Sadie

“You are shitting me. He did NOT ask you to sign a sex slave contract!” Dani cackles so loudly that I have to hold the phone away from my ear, wincing.

“It’s not a slave contract.”

“It sure as shit sounds like one to me,” she replies, crunching the popcorn she quite literally made to enjoy while she mocks my predicament. I’m still reeling after what happened earlier. I’d gone back to my room, and I’d tried to sleep but couldn’t, so ended up calling my friend.

“Wait… you said you had sex. But he told you the only way he’d… OMG, you didn’t sign it, did you?!”

“No, of course not.”

Dani sighs dramatically. “Good, I thought for a second there you’d lost your damn mind.”

“Would it be so bad if I did?”

Dani falls silent—a bad sign. After an agonizingly long pause, she slowly asks. “Are you seriously considering it?”

I hesitate, running my hand down my face and sighing. “I think so.” I groan, flopping back onto my pillows. “I don’t know. Is it crazy?”