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My first sensation is intense. The second is a sense that this feeling I’m experiencing is ‘wrong.’

“Want this?” Lorenzo asks in a breathy whisper, nudging more insistently.

How do I answer? I do … and I don’t.

At least not here.

A glamorous bathroom is still a bathroom.

I want silk sheets.

Chocolates and champagne to pair with this sensual experience.

Lorenzo continues his slow, delicious tease, an impossible-to-describe sensation of both pleasure with the slightest hint of potential pain.

He wants it.

And he wants me to say yes.

I look at him in the mirror’s reflection, his hands covering my breasts.

The new gold collar shimmers around my throat.

His eyes catch mine in the glass, dropping down to the gold locked around my neck.

“Remember what I told you,” he whispers roughly. “You’re wearing my collar now.”

Then he eases forward just enough so that I feel the slightest stretch and gasp.

“Like this?” he growls hungrily.

My body freezes.

Lorenzo is a big man.

I’m half his size.

He holds still then asks the unspoken question.

“Is it yes? Or no?”

When I don’t answer immediately, Lorenzo eases back, turns me to face him, and claims my mouth in a hard kiss.

I guide his hard cock into me.

Starved for his touch, my body instinctively rocks to meet him.

“You’re mine,” he says, plunging into my wet pussy.

Lorenzo fists my hair, yanking the silken auburn strands, and tilting my head back, groaning in pleasure.

The sound of his satisfaction makes me feel proud to be part of whatever intense sensation he’s experiencing.

I meet his every thrust with hunger as he pumps into me.

“Say it,” he orders, voice low.

Say what, I wonder.