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“And you’re going to scream for the whole dungeon to hear.” This time his words were an order, not a question.
She grunted in response.
He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until she squealed.
“Answer correctly, bunny,” he growled as his hips continued to move as if guided by a mind of their own.
“Yes, Sir,” she said breathlessly.
He eased his grip but continued rolling and flicking and playing with her nipples as he fucked, each thrust faster and harder than the one before.
Feeling his orgasm coiling at the base of his spine, he covered her breasts with his entire hands and squeezed. “Come for me. Now, bunny.”
His balls drew up and his cock jerked as she screamed out her orgasm. A moment later, as her pussy clamped tight around his cock, he roared as he came. His own tension drained out into the condom that covered his cock to the point that he wondered if he would be able to function.
Sliding his arms between the cross and his woman, Morgan focused on breathing and regaining enough strength to deal with getting Zoe off the cross and somewhere private so they could talk about their future.
It took several minutes, but finally he felt steady enough to ease his cock from her body and deal with the condom. After tossing his toys back in a separate compartment in his bag to be dealt with later, he slipped the strap over one shoulder before unhooking Zoe’s ankles from the cross. Straightening, he grabbed a blanket from the pile nearby before unhooking her wrist cuffs.
“I’ll clean the space if you’d like, Sir,” offered one of the submissives who stood off to the side as he wrapped Zoe in the blanket and picked her up.
“Thank you,” Morgan said as he carried his woman away from the station and toward a dark corner where they could cuddle and recover.
Chapter Twelve
She was so sleepy as they left the club, she barely recognized they were riding in a car with a driver. She sighed when Morgan snuggled her close in the back seat of the car and held her as they drove through the empty streets of the city. She woke up when the driver pulled in and stopped in front of what she knew was the office building of Towrisea International.
Suddenly she was wide awake. “You live here?”
The office building was more stories tall than she could count quickly and all shiny metal and glass. Just a typical high-rise building in the downtown area. Even this late at night the building seemed to glow in the reflection of light from all the buildings around it.
Morgan chuckled as he opened the door and climbed out without waiting for the driver. Turning around, he reached in to help her climb out. “Yes, I live here. When we designed the building, we saved the top floor and turned it into three penthouse apartments so Bjorn, Viking and I didn’t have to worry about being late to work.”
“Wow,” was all Zoe could say as she stepped out and straightened.
He kept her hand in his as he led her to the skyscraper’s front door. Placing his palm on what looked like a small tablet built into the wall next to the doors, he held it there until a beep sounded. Then he grabbed the door and pulled it open.
“After you, sweet bunny,” he said, urging her to enter ahead of him.
Zoe remained wide-eyed as they crossed the expansive lobby. The only sound breaking the early morning silence in the lobby was the clicking of their heels on the marble floor. She expected a guard to pop out and question their reason for entering the building, but they made it to the bank of elevators without interruption.
“No guard at night?”
“Not in sight, but be assured, the night shift is watching our every move. We have cameras that watch every inch of the lobby and all around the outside of the building,” Morgan said as he pressed the up button.
The elevator door opened immediately, and they stepped inside. She watched as he pressed his index finger on another small pad, which had the doors immediately close.
“How’s your ass feeling?” Morgan turned and pulled her in for a cuddle as the box began to rise.
“I’m fine,” she answered automatically.
She had never been one to complain about anything or give in to weakness, though she wondered what he would do if she admitted that her skirt brushing against the tender skin of her ass reminded her with every step that she would be feeling the aftereffects of their scene for a day or two to come.
“You are, huh? Maybe I didn’t beat on you hard enough,” Morgan joked as his large hands slid down over her ass and squeezed.
“Ahh,” she squealed as he reignited the lingering fiery pain. “All right, my ass, my back, my body hurt. It feels like I’ve been beaten into goo and then put on clothes that are rubbing in all the wrong places.”
“Better,” he said, easing his hold on her ass cheeks while brushing a kiss on her forehead. “You know, just because you’re a strong, independent woman, doesn’t mean you can’t admit to weakness, or being hurt, or needing something. As your Dom, I would really like to take care of you, snuggle you, help you in any way I can. Starting with a shared bath with some Epsom salts and lavender oils.”
