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“Come for me,chiquita.Come for Daddy.”

“I’m so close.”

“I know. I feel you contracting around me. I won’t last much longer.”

My free hand releases the headboard, and my arm reaches back and wraps around him.

“Lean on me, baby girl.”

There’s so much more to that than my head on his shoulder. My eyes slide shut, and I do as he says. The moment I accept I’m where I belong for the rest of my life, my orgasm explodes. I kiss him again, my hand fisting his hair. His arm tightens around my waist, pinning me in place. Pinning me where I belong.

Chapter Fourteen

Enrique

Ellie’s surrendered to me.

I feel it.

Will she finally let herself feel for me what I feel for her? It’s not love. Not yet. But it’ll build to that if she doesn’t put any more walls between us. We need time together. We need to do normal couple things.

I withdraw, and neither of us like it. But we shift to lie on our sides facing each other. She inches into my embrace, and we bask in our afterglow. Her fingertips trail over my back absentmindedly, and it’s comforting and arousing all over again. I don’t remember the last time my jimmy’s done this many jumping jacks. I’m insatiable with her. It’s not like I’ve been a hit it and quit it kinda guy, but basically. My partners have always known I have no emotional attachment beyond lust, then enjoying the physical fulfillment after a good fuck.

When I’ve been a Dom, I’ve enjoyed the aftercare. But it was never sentimental. It wasn’t perfunctory either. It just never had the overwhelming peace I feel with Ellie. It had no tenderness and fondness. It was praising and comforting. Never loving.

I watch as her eyes grow heavy, and I fight the urge to sleep because I don’t want to miss watching her. But I’m exhausted too.

I love seeing Ellie bound to her dining room table. She’s spread eagle on it, her arms and legs secured to the table legs. I roll the Wartenberg pinwheel over her nipple before circling it three times. I leave a trail of pinpricks between her tits as I move it to circle her belly button. The sensation follows as I travel over her right hip bone and down the inside of her thigh all the way to the arch of her foot. It twitches. I shift to the left, lingering behind her bent knee. Then I’m arriving at the juncture of her leg and hip. I run it over the crease. I’m careful as I move it along the outside of her pussy lips, not wanting to pinch.

“You’ve been a naughtychiquita, haven’t you?”

“Sí, papí.”

She tests the phrase, and my cock’s ready to abandon me and find its own way into her cunt.

“Why am I edging you?”

“Because I came this morning when you didn’t give me permission.”

“That’s right. Who does your body belong to now?”

“You, Daddy.”

“Who decides when you come?”

“You do.”

“Then what made you think you decided?”

“I couldn’t help it. It just happened.”

“You thought I couldn’t tell. You thought you’d get some relief then carry on. You thought you could fool me. Why can’t you?”

“Because you already know me.”

I lean forward and nip at her belly, grazing my teeth over the flesh before sucking. I’ve marked her all over her body since we woke up from our nap yesterday. We’ve had round after round of kinky sex since then. I’ve tied her up all over her house. We’ve used everything I bought except for the swing.

I watch her as I straighten, then continue to draw the pinwheel over her in an unpredictable pattern. Goosebumps rise on her arms and legs, both from anticipation and her natural response to the light pricks. I’ve been edging her for the last half an hour.

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