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Another orgasm ripped through her, and she wasn’t sure what was the catalyst—her clit being vibrated, the knob whirling inside her, the plug up her ass, or the sweet burning of her nipples thanks to the clamps.
Or maybe it was him. Knowing that topping her had brought him so close to his own release, despite the relatively little physical stimulus he’d had.
“Autumn.”
Her name was a command, and a prayer.
“Look up.”
Hand working his cock, she looked up at him, straining to do it without moving her head.
“No. Raise your chin and look at me.”
Something inside her relaxed, even as her body began to tighten once more as she approached another shattering orgasm.
She raised her chin, meeting his gaze. He’d commanded her to look up, knowing that it would mean added pain from the clamps. And she obeyed because he’d ordered her to. Because she trusted him enough to obey without worrying he hadn’t thought it through, or didn’t realize what he was asking. He knew. He wanted her to have that pain.
They looked into one another’s eyes, and everything faded away, the murmur of conversation coming from the other people in the courtyard, the buzz of the machine between her legs. It was just them, two people caught up in a moment of synchrony, their wants and needs meshing together so well that it was like an endless feedback loop.
The clamps, not tight enough to hold when forced to bear the weight of her breasts, popped off. Autumn’s eyes widened, and she screamed, not just in pain, but in pleasure, as the unexpected removal of the clamps trigged her third, blistering orgasm.
Daniel groaned, thrusting hard into her hands, the head of his cock grinding against her palm before he coated her fingers with ejaculate.
She hung there, caught in a pleasure so great that her muscles cramped and her ears were ringing.
Then the wave broke, the pleasure fading like water drawn back out to sea.
But the Sybian was still buzzing away. Her whole body felt like the skin had been stripped away, her nerves exposed. The pain she felt was no longer pleasure-pain, but pure over-stimulation. She opened her mouth, the chain of the clamps falling out.
“Daniel,” she gasped.
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” The Sybian clicked off, and then he was there, kneeling beside her, hugging her close as he eased her up and off the knob.
“Relax, lover, I’ve got you. Just hold on to me.”
She whimpered into his shoulder as he reached around and removed the plug, her ass spasming. Her whole lower body still buzzed faintly, leftover sensation from being astride something that vibrated.
Daniel sat back, legs stretched out in front of him, spread enough so that he could nestle her between his thighs. He’d pulled up his leathers at some point, but hadn’t re-laced them. She could feel his still semi-hard cock against her ass.
He must have signaled someone for help, because a moment later he was handed a soft blanket, not one of the wool ones from the courtyard basket. He draped it over her, pulling it up to her chin. She snuggled against his chest and closed her eyes.
She felt his lips touch the top of her head, a soft, barely-there kiss.
“You were beautiful, perfect,” he murmured. “Just rest now. Let me take care of you.”
She was glad he couldn’t see her face, didn’t see the silent tears that slid from under her lashes. If he’d asked why she was crying, she wouldn’t have been able to give him an answer.
Chapter 14
Daniel kept his arm around her as they walked back to the library. It was called the library, but the lovely dark wood shelves held collections of antique sex toys rather than books. It also had a long bar against one wall. The club was hopping, as full as he’d ever seen it. Every barstool was occupied, as were the several small cocktail tables near it, and the large couches by the mission-style fireplace.
“Hold on, just wait here for a second,” he murmured to her.
She nodded, her heavy-lidded eyes focused on the middle distance.
He snagged an empty club chair—with permission from the Dom sitting in its mate. The chair’s former occupant was no doubt the woman currently kneeling on the floor with her head bent.
Dragging the chair into a corner, he half turned it so that they were facing one of the bookshelf walls but could still see the room. He wanted some privacy.
