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We moan in unison, and I almost come—the buildup to this point so intense. I fuck her like that, squeezing her tits and devouring her nipples until I feel her tense and cry out with an orgasm.

She gets a second to come down while I untie her ankles, then I hook my hands under her knees and spread her legs so wide she could be doing a damn side split. I’m able to slip my dick back into her swollen pussy without using my hands, and I move in and out slowly as she drenches me with her sweetness.

“Fuck, Fable. You make me so hard.” I need release, but I also don’t want to stop.

She moans with each thrust. I pick up the pace and pound into her, lifting her ass off the bed and spreading her wider than seems possible. Her tits bounce, and her mouth forms that erotic O as I plow into her with more strength than I should. “I’m going to fuck that mouth next, angel.”

She climaxes again, her pussy clenching my dick like a vice grip. I groan and come on the bed—something I never do. The rooms are stocked with condoms for guests, and Camila assured me all the staff who participate are on birth control. She doesn’t force it, but it’s encouraged, and they always agree. We have a doctor who comes to the mansion to prescribe them whatever they need.

Most of the staff don’t participate. It’s not a problem. Wearing a condom has always been a top priority for me, but I lose my mind when I’m with Fable. Twice now, I’ve fucked her bear. It’s reckless.

“My arms are numb,” Fable murmurs. “Can you untie them?”

I lift my head from her stomach—when had I laid it there?—and brush my bangs out of my face. “Yes, but don’t remove your blindfold.”

“Why?” she asks, all glowing like a goddess as I lean over her to undo the knots.

“I’m not wearing a mask.” I’m not wearing a damn thing—something I also never do.

“Right,” she murmurs. “Noah told me that’s how it’s done.”

“Nothing about this is how it’s done.” I unwrap the sash from her wrists, freeing her, and straighten up.

“What do you mean?” She lays there, naked, her nipples red from being teased and sucked, and lowers her arms, rubbing her wrists.

“Are you hurt?” If I hurt her… my jaw clenches.

“No.” She makes a wistful smile. “I liked what we did. A lot.”

Fuck me.

She sits up, her espresso hair falling around her body in big, messy waves, her red sash covering part of her face, those lips even more swollen.

“You’re exquisite.” I stare in awe.

She ducks her chin, and her cheeks turn pink. “I am? I feel like a mess.”

“You are more beautiful than you’ve ever been like this.” What the hell am I going on about?

Her lips turn down with a frown, and her posture becomes rigid. “What happens now? Does Noah come back to get me, or do you leave? I wasn’t informed.”

What is she anxious for? “I’m going to clean up. You’re welcome to do the same. Then you can leave, or you could take a bath with me, with your blindfold on, of course, and we could play another game.”

“Oh.” Surprise laces her tone, and she sits taller, considering my offer. “Would we have sex again?”

“Would you want to?”

Her cheeks darken more. “Yes.”

I take her hands. “Come then.”

24

A LEVEL OF FUCKERY I NEVER IMAGINED

Fable

On my knees in the huge circular tub, my back arched, I squeeze the edge of the porcelain as my Lord pumps into me from behind. His hand grips my neck while his other holds my hair in a makeshift ponytail. Water sloshes around us as our bodies slap together.