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When I’d started this, it had been about helping her reclaim some control, but now that we were fully in the scene, I was just as into it as she was. More, even. Who knew power exchange could be so fucking hot? The anticipation of what she’d do next and when I’d get to come had my balls aching with need.

“You did. That tongue piercing of yours is a gift. Now stop talking before I gag you.”

I had to fight back a groan.

“Hmm, you know, that’s not the worst idea I’ve ever had.” She leaned down and picked up a strip of her torn fleece-lined leggings. “Did I ever tell you about the time Father Gallagher blindfolded me and watched me make myself come?”

A low growl left me before I could stop it.

She smirked. “Jealousy looks good on you.” Then she strolled around me until she stood behind my kneeling form. “He took away my sense of sight, told me what to do to myself, barely fucking touched me, then came all over my cunt.”