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“I’m going to come,” he said viciously against her ear.
She wasn’t sure how long she could stay in position with her back bent at that angle and her ass stuffed full of cock.
He thrust harder, shattering her, making her orgasm—something she hadn’t known was possible from anal sex.
With a masculine, guttural groan, he yanked her back a final time, imprisoning her upper body as he surged forwards and pulsed out his ejaculation.
He kept hold of her for several seconds before slowly releasing her. She lowered her arm then, having no support, she went limp. More mindful than she was, he lowered her to the stairs where she placed her hands.
“Damn,” he said, withdrawing his spent penis from her. “Better than I would have imagined.” He brushed her hair aside. “I was rougher with you than I’d planned.”
“Lucky for us both, I’m not delicate,” she replied, though it took several breaths before her head stopped spinning.
He patted her with the damp washcloth. “Can you make it up the stairs or should I carry you?”
“I can walk. Or crawl.” She thought about it then added, “At least I think I can.”
Somehow she made it upstairs and into the shower with him.
Afterwards, he dried her off, and she stood still, her lips pressed together while he dabbed the white cream on her skin. He’d threatened to withhold all beatings until she was healed if she uttered one word of protest. His tone had been fierce, so she was sure he meant what he said.
When he pulled her against him in the bed, she didn’t fight. He kissed the top of her head once again and she fell asleep, only to wake the next morning to the realisation he’d kept her bad dreams at bay.
He climbed from the bed and pulled on a fresh pair of lightweight pants, this time in grey. The fabric allowed her to see that he was already semi-interested. She couldn’t wait for him to take her again. Her pussy and ass throbbed from his use, but that only made her want more. “Is there coffee in my future?” she asked.
“Even a latte if you want it.”
“Wait. Did I die and go to heaven?”
“I’ll hope you think so. You’re having it in the hot tub. Your muscles will appreciate it after yesterday’s acrobatics.”
“Limbering me up for today’s shenanigans?”
“Ah.” He pantomimed twirling a moustache. “You’re onto my nefarious plot.”
Laughing at him, she pulled a pillow against her chest. It had been a long time since she’d enjoyed waking up with a man this much.
“You’re welcome to stay in bed while I make your drink.”
“I’ll freshen up then be down.”
He nodded. “I don’t need to remind you I expect you to be naked, do I?”
“No, Sir.” At every juncture, he reinforced their roles. The surprise was, it didn’t chafe.
With a quick nod, he left the room.
By the time she entered the kitchen, her latte was in an unbreakable mug on the counter. He was outside, in the tub. Jets made the water turbulent, and she accepted his hand as she balanced the cup while descending the stairs. “This is quite the way to wake up,” she said, looking at the Rockies in the distance.
“It’s better when there’s someone to share it.”
“I would have thought you’d prefer peace and quiet.”
“Certain sounds beat the hell out of silence. Your whimpers for one. Your screams for another. And yes, you do scream so don’t bother denying it.”
“Well then.” She sat back and took a sip of her latte. “Damn. You could bring one to the office for me every day.”
“You have to come and get them,” he said.
“You’re a tempting man, Mr Tomlinson.” She took a second drink before sliding the cup onto the deck behind her.
“Anytime, Maggie.”
He sounded as if he meant it.
“How does your body feel?”
“Horny.” She grinned.
“In that case, after breakfast, I’ll cuff you to the Cavendish.”
“Cavendish? Is that what you’re calling your kinky apparatus?”
“It is.”
Less than an hour later, he had her spread wide, arms above her head, cuffed to the Cavendish, facing away from him. He’d stripped off his clothes and put on a condom. The scent of her heat already hung on the air. He could turn her on without touching her.
