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“I’m taking this off, but if I feel any teeth, I’ll rip your
nipples off. Got it?”

She nodded and leaned her head forward, holding still while
he worked the buckle holding the bit in place. Once the straps came undone, she
used the towel to remove it and clenched her jaw to relieve the discomfort.
Wrapping up the device, she tossed it over to the side of the room and sat back
on her heels.

The last vestiges of sunlight streamed through the window,
throwing the small cabin into shadows. He leaned against one of the bed’s
pillars, slowly running his fist up and down his dick. She’d always had a thing
for watching men touch themselves, and he knew it. She wanted him, badly, but
was afraid if she tried to take charge in any way, he’d deny her longer.

“Want to take those clamps off now?”

She nodded and then remembered she was no longer gagged.
“Yes, please.” Her voice came out rough, and she had to swallow before she
added a belated, “Master.”

His smile held genuine warmth and pleasure. “Such a good girl.
Almost makes me feel bad for what I’m about to do to you.”

“What are you talking about?”

He didn’t answer her, instead raising her and leading her to
the edge of the bed. With a bit of pressure, he forced her to lie back on the
bed and stretched himself out next to her. Ever so gently, he caressed just the
tip of her swollen, throbbing nipple. “Everything I’ve read said this is going
to sting a bit, so try to resist the urge to deck me.”

Before she could ask him what he was talking about, he
removed the first clamp. Pain—hot, sharp agony—radiated from her nipple as the
blood rushed back into the tip and all the nerves screamed to life. She started
to sit up but he easily pushed her back. The warmth of his mouth closed over
the abused nub and she moaned. The light, butterfly strokes of his tongue, the
gentle suckling, all seemed to radiate down her body as if he were sucking on
her clit. She’d never been this sensitive to breast play, and she clutched the
smooth skin of his shaved head.

He slid his hand between her legs and slowly thrust two
fingers into her eager body, matching her moan with one of his own as her inner
muscles clamped down on him. “Brace yourself.”

The burn of him removing the other clamp mixed with his
thumb pressing directly on her clit. Pleasure and pain mixed and mingled in her
mind, her body releasing enormous amounts of endorphins that sizzled through
her. The blood in her veins seemed to boil, and with one more pass of his
thumb, she began to orgasm as he suckled her nipple. Contractions rippled
through her just as a rush of hormones soothed away all her aches, leaving her
in a bliss-filled heap on the velvet bed.

So fucking good.

That refrain kept going through her mind, and she didn’t
realize she was saying it aloud until he removed his fingers and patted her
pussy.

“Glad I’m doing something right.”

She giggled and he leaned up on one arm, peering down at
her. “You okay?”

She tried to throw her arms around his neck, but forgot they
were still shackled together and barely avoided hitting him. “I’m wonderful…I
feel so…so…”

“Fucking good?”

“Oh yes.” She looked at him through her lashes. “Master,
will you allow your good girl to bring you pleasure?”

He closed his eyes, but his cock jumped against her hip.
“Get up here and ride me like the slut you are.”

The bed creaked as he rolled over onto his back, and she
eagerly scrambled up, a giggle still tickling her throat. Throwing a leg over
his hip, she straddled him and braced her cuffed hands on his hard chest. She
felt loopy, almost drunk, but when the head of his engorged member pressed
against the entrance to her body, the urge to laugh melted away beneath a
rising tide of desire.

With a playful grin, he stretched his arms out and put them
behind his head, looking like a man relaxing on the beach. He presented such a
delicious picture, she couldn’t resist gently licking her way over the muscles
of his shoulder and down to his chest, pausing to nibble on first one tight
nipple and then the other.

His breath came out in a low huff, and she looked up,
keeping eye contact as she pushed her hips back and sank down on his cock.
Intense emotion flared in his green eyes, and a hint of the animal she now knew
lay beneath the civilized surface of his personality peeked out. On one hand,
she wanted to yell at him for holding back on her. On the other hand, if he’d
been this savage with her when they first started dating, she’d have probably
run the other direction. Now with a few years of experience underneath her
belt, she could fully submit to him and enjoy every second of it.

She rode him just how he liked, bracing her hands on him to
lift almost all the way off before slamming back down. Each downward thrust
jolted her clit against his hard pelvic muscles and she found herself growing
aroused again. Considering how many times she’d come today, it was almost a
miracle she could feel her body straining toward another release.

Moving easily on the smooth velvet, he sat up and grasped
her around the waist, pulling her with him as he scooted up the bed. In this
position their bodies pressed almost flush together. He took her mouth in a
demanding kiss, lifting her up and down his length with his hands on her hips.
Each upward motion dragged her still-sore nipples across his chest, and that
hint of pain only added to her arousal.

They moved together, their mouths and bodies in perfect
synchronization. The world faded away until she floated in darkness, surrounded
by pleasure, anchored by his love. Wrapping her legs fully around his waist,
she bit down on his shoulder and loved the way he stiffened.

“Fuck me hard,” she whispered against his neck.

With a grunt, he grabbed her ass with both hands and slammed
her into him, pausing when her clit was pressed against his pelvis to move her
in a rough, grinding circle. He seemed to swell within her, getting even
bigger, and his whole body turned solid as steel when it seemed as if every
muscle he had tensed.

The thought he was about to come, that he was feeling what
she felt, drove her quickly to the edge.

“Fuck!” he shouted and threw his head back, his eyes closed
and his teeth bared.

Her own orgasm detonated at the sight of his pleasure, and
she joined him in overwhelming joy, the waves of pleasure seeming to go on
forever. Limp as a wet dishrag, she could barely open her eyes when the world
moved around her, and Sean rolled her over onto her side.

He pulled out and she moaned at the absence of him no longer
inside her. The bed dipped as he sat up, but she was too worn out to even
bother to try to open her eyes. She felt as if she’d run a marathon, swum the
English Channel and finished the day with a fifty-mile bike ride. She also felt
as if she’d drunk a bottle of the world’s best wine, eaten a box of decadent
chocolate and taken an hour-long bubble bath.

A dim light turned on somewhere in the room, making the skin
of her eyelids glow. When Sean cleaned her between her legs with a warm cloth,
she couldn’t even spread them for him, but instead let him move her around like
a big doll. When the light switched off, his comforting warmth pressed against
her and she snuggled against him with a delighted sigh, wrapping herself in his
scent.

Her voice came out in a husky rasp as she said, “That was
amazing.”

He laughed and kissed her shoulder. “Yes it was.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“Did I…are you hurt at all?”

She giggled and pulled his arm tighter around her. “I’m a
little sore, but in all the right places. What about you?”

“I feel like I could sleep for about a week.”

They lay in silence together, the room now completely dark.
As her eyes adjusted, she could make out the gleam of the chain still draped on
the bed next to her. Running her fingers over the cool links, she was glad the
darkness hid her blush. Forget about waking Sean’s inner beast, who knew she
had an inner slut just begging to get out?

That thought made her giggle, and he tickled his hand
lightly over her thigh. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” He tickled her again, and she swatted at his
hands. “Mind uncuffing me now, you big, bad escaped prisoner you?”

He gave a mock growl that sent a smattering of goose bumps
over her body. “I’ll let you go for now, but be aware I know where you live.
Anywhere, anytime, I might pop up and grab you.” He kissed the side of her neck
and whispered in her ear, “Might be while you’re grocery shopping, or maybe
when you’re leaving late from work. Maybe I’ll sneak into your house while
you’re asleep and wake you up with my tongue in your pussy.”

She turned her head and brushed her lips over his chin. “I
can’t wait.”

Ann is Queen of the Castle to her
wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past
lives, she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a U.S. Navy
Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance
Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead—though she will
deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young age she’s been
fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romances that often were the center
of the stories. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered
trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless
stories with big, wonderful, emotional buildups to really short and crappy sex.
Never a big fan of purple prose (throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet
honey pots make her giggle), she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in
the story just as much detail and plot as everything else—without using cringe-worthy
euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she’s
never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to
tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her “sexy space” and
has learned to type one-handed while soothing a cranky baby.

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