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I did everything I could not to buck. Not to grind against his face. Not to allow my body to jump over that steep edge.
“Pepper, you’re going to have to endure many more hours of this.” His stare smoldered as he added, “Five, to be exact, and I plan to spend every one of those minutes with my face between your legs.”
“Five …” I took a breath. “Oh God.”
Three and a half was my record.
By that point, I’d reached a full-blown subspace, my brain almost in a trance. The only thing I could do was make animalistic sounds. I couldn’t even process where I was. What was happening. And it had taken me hours to come out of it, to connect to my body again.
Now, Bale wanted me to beat that record.
I didn’t know if I could handle it.
I didn’t know if I would survive it.
“Bale?”
“Yes.”
“What are you going to do with me at the five-hour mark?” Even the thought of that many hours was making my chest tight, a fluttering in my throat that I could feel all the way in my teeth. “I mean, aren’t we going to have a conversation about why you’re here?” When he didn’t respond, I continued, “I just don’t know if I’ll be in the right frame of mind to have the kind of talk we need.”
He smiled.
God, he was so gorgeous.
“Let’s focus on this room and what’s going to go down in here. Whether it’s at the five-hour mark or before, I’m going to deny you an orgasm until I think you’ve had enough. And then I’m going to fuck you.”
I wanted to wiggle closer to him.
I wanted to ride his tongue as he said those words.
“But not your pussy.” He licked me off his lips as he grabbed my ass. “I’m going to fuck you here.”
FOURTEEN
Bale
Istood by the armoire, staring at Pepper while she rested on the table, her chest rising and falling. That wasn’t her only movement, but that was all right.
She’d been a good fucking girl tonight.
And she was exhausted.
I’d used more than just my mouth on her. The flogger and whip had made appearances. There had been vibrators and plugs as well. Her pussy, her inner thighs, even her tits were bright red from all the friction I’d caused against her skin. Her face was sweaty, her long, dark hair sticking to her cheeks.
Each of her inhales sounded like a pant, every exhale like a sigh.
I’d told her five hours.
I’d given her three, and she still hadn’t had an orgasm.
I was positive she could handle more denial. That woman could fucking handle anything.
But I didn’t want her in a subspace.
I wanted her lucid.
Aware.
