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  “Remember that,” I say, pulling back. Then I slam all the way in, and Kara screams.

  KARA

  His first thrust makes me scream, and I have no idea how I’m not going to come. My whole body was aching with arousal before he was inside me, and now he’s fucking me, making me so full I can’t even breathe. The plug in my ass adds a delicious pressure, setting off nerves that compliment and magnify the way he feels inside. As he’s filling me up.

  Rhett is so big—almost too big. I can’t believe I fit him all the way in my throat, but he told me that I was going to take it, and wanted to do it for him. I love that he’s holding me exactly to what he wants and not giving an inch. I love that he took my throat for his pleasure and his alone. Used me.

  I curl my fingers around my restraints, giving in to the need to hold on to something. He’s tied me open, and I know there’s now way out of these position. He can take whatever he wants from me, and I am powerless. The reality of that opens pit of lust in my stomach, and my pussy clenches down on him.

  Rhett’s body is heavy on mine, immobilizing me further as he fucks me. He’s slamming into me, filling me with every stroke, drowning me in pleasure. My nails bite into my palms, the tiny bit of pain just barely keeping me from coming. I’m so close that it’s only my determination holding me back from diving into what feels like it will be an endless supply of pleasure.

  “Please, please please,” the words are out of my mouth before I realize what I’ve said.

  Rhett pulls out completely, my body trembling at the loss. Every part of my is shaking, waiting for that one little word that will let me go over the edge. I feel delirious, drunk, and not sorry at all that broke protocol.

  “Did you say something, sub?” Rhett’s voice is a rough growl.

  “No, Sir.” Somehow I manage to keep my voice even.

  There’s a stinging slap across my clit, and I cry out, the brief pain transforming, growing into pleasure and pushing me to the brink. My back arches off the table, begging for more before Rhett’s hand pushes me down, holds me as he plunges deep inside me again. “Don’t you dare come,” he says, voice a rumbling warning, “Your orgasm is mine, Kara.”

  Part of me wonders if it would be worth it, the pleasure compared to whatever kind of punishment I’ll get if I come before he lets me. But the other part wants this, to submit to him so completely that it’s his will alone that unleashes this storm inside me. “Yes, Sir.”

  I let go, falling into a haze of pleasure. I watch him driving into me with a force that rattles my cuffs, listen to him grunt as he fucks me, taking his pleasure from my body. I am his to use tonight.

  The tip of his cock is hitting that place deep inside of me that so few have been able to reach, and it sends me higher, bright need gathering low in my belly and building. Rhett doesn’t stop, doesn’t saw down, and I love it. I can’t keep quiet, every stroke making me moan. I bite my lip to keep myself from begging, from forming words that will make him stop. He grabs my breasts, kneading them through my fingers, and he might as well be touching my clit with how sensitive my body is. Fingers drag down my ribs, pressing deeply, gripping me, making me his.

  Rhett’s motion changes, slowing just a little from his brutal speed to a grinding rhythm, sliding across me with every movement. I lose my breath, air coming in gulps and flashes. His hand falls to my clit, and I stop breathing altogether, all of me waiting on his command.

  “Now, Kara.” he says, “come for me now.”

  When his thumb slides across my clit, I shatter. My orgasm breaks open, ripping through me with a force I’ve never felt before. I know I scream, but I can’t hear it. I’m deaf and blind, the only thing existing is this explosion of pleasure. It feels like I’m falling into it, through it, every nerve sizzling with white heat. I’m trembling, pussy gushing around Rhett’s cock. I feel him come, thrusting deep and holding himself there, and I go over again, my body too overwhelmed with sensation to stop.

  The words come to me from far away, “That’s right. Keep coming, baby.”

  His fingers are still on my clit, tiny shocks sparkling across my limbs. I don’t ever want it to end, this ocean of bliss that I’m swimming in. It washes through my body, using me just like Rhett. I’m powerless to stop it.

  Still inside me, Rhett guides me down from the high. My body is limp, utterly spent. I can barely keep my eyes open.

  “How do you feel, Kara?”

  It’s hard to make my voice come out. “Yes, Sir.”

  There’s a soft chuckle, and feel him soothing my skin. It feels nice. Everything feels nice now. My arms are like lead, but that’s okay. I don’t think I’m that tired, but I don’t seem to be able to keep my eyes open. I hear things: sounds and words. Rhett’s voice is nice. Deep, soothing. I want him to keep talking. I think I say that out loud. Maybe, I’m not sure.

  I’m not sure how long it’s been when I open my eyes, and it feels like I’m opening them for the first time. I’m wrapped in a blanket, cradled on Rhett’s lap. There’s a smirk on his face, this time one of satisfaction and not of anticipation.

  “There she is,” he says lightly.

  “How long?” I don’t ever remember losing time after a scene before. But that was a damn good scene.

  His hand smooths up and down along my side, “Not long, maybe half an hour.”

  My voice feels scratchy. I’m honestly not surprised. “I’ve never had a scene that did that.”

  “Did what?”

  “Made me lose track of…everything.”

  He smiles, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  I lean my head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth and steadiness of him.

  “Next time,” he says, lowering his voice to a whisper. “I have ideas. I know just how I want to restrain you so I can fuck that gorgeous ass of yours.”

  Even exhausted, my body stirs at his words, at once thrilled and terrified. “Next time?”

  Rhett raises an eyebrow, “That is if you want to scene with me again?”

  Again? I’d be happy never having another scene partner if he promised to make me feel that exquisite every time. “Feel free to use me any time, Sir.”

  He chuckles, pulling my face to his for a slow kiss, the heat sinking through me and making me want more.

  “Good girl.”

  About the Author

  Riley James writes steamy romances for your untamed side.

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  CHALLENGE ME

  Connor

  It started as a joke, my challenges. Always different, always creative. Just another way to play.

  I don’t mind being asked for one. After all, it usually ends with a pretty submissive squirming under me, begging for release.

  In all the years I’ve been at Club Masque, not one person has beaten my challenges. Not one.

  And no one has ever come back for seconds after they fail. That is, until Ariel…

  Ariel

  I wanted to play with Master Connor since the moment I laid eyes on him, but I never thought it would happen. He rarely does public scenes, and from what I’m gathered I’m not his type.

  But then someone tells me about his infamous challenges: something naughty that’s nearly impossible. I know this is my chance.

  If I win, Connor claims he’ll give me a night of pleasure that I’ll never forget. If I fail, I’m his to do with as he pleases. But if both options end with him, how c
an I lose?