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I allowed my aching arms to drop around his neck as I sagged against him.

“You must say the safeword if you need to, Freya.”

“I… I don’t need to.”

“No medals for not saying it.” He breezed his lips over mine. “I know you’re a tough nut to crack, but I don’t want to break you.”

“I’m okay.”

“Good.” His tone was firmer again. “You can open your eyes if you want to, sub.”

I did, blinking as I refocused even though the lighting was low. I’d been so immersed in my own world of pain and heat and arousal, the room had slipped away.

Jonathan walked to the bench and sat me on it. The leather was ice-cold on my blisteringly hot ass.

“Lie down.” He urged me onto my side, then my back. “Lie down and rest a moment.”

I stretched out on the skinny bench, aware of every inch of my skin touching it.

“Like this.” He drew my arms to my sides then fastened a buckle around each of my wrists to keep them harnessed there.

I studied his face, adoring the concentration which had pulled his dark eyebrows low, and the way his jaw had set tight as he focused on his task. Everything Jonathan did made me feel special to him and adored.

I want to seehispleasure.

A long, quivering sigh left my chest, any last remnants of the day leaving me.

“That’s it,” he said, as if understanding the final bit of my tension had dissipated. “It’s just us now.”

He lifted first my right leg, then my left, placing them in the stirrups and baring my pussy. I curled my toes as again he strapped my limbs into position.

He stepped between my legs, not looking at my pussy but at my face. “You’re beautiful.” He trailed his finger down my sternum and dipped it into my navel. He travelled lower to my pussy and again found my entrance. He pushed in, two fingers, knuckle deep.

I groaned and pressed my head into the bench. “Master.”

He smiled. “You can come now,” he said, withdrawing a little then pushing back in, stretching me.

Already?

“Come now,” he said again. “Quickly, I want to watch you.”

He began to finger-fuck me, each shunt of his fingers stimulating my G-spot.

I moaned as the pleasure immediately kicked in. Then when he ducked and swiped his tongue over my clit, I bucked from the table, yanking at my constraints.

He was so damn clever with his mouth.

Within seconds he was driving me to climax. I was already so turned on, so in tune with my body. And he was wickedly good at stimulating my hot spots.

I thrashed my head from side to side. Soon I would come. It was racing towards me like a steam train.

“Fuck. Fuck,” I gasped. I was so wet, soft noises came from my pussy as he jammed his fingers in and out of me. “I’m…oh…I’m coming…”

“Yes, come.” He lifted up and replaced his tongue with the heel of his hand as he leaned over me, watching my face.

“Oh…oh…” I stared into his eyes. The pressure was wild. It almost hurt, he was putting so much energy into it. But that intensity, that shoving in and out and over my clit was what ultimately tipped me over the edge.

I held my breath for a few beautiful heartbeats as the bliss reached a crescendo. It tumbled upward, outward, and through me. I wailed and battled with the straps on my wrists and legs. The bench shook.


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