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The second and third clinks worried me, though. He was driving, and I couldn’t have anything happen to him. I almost rose to prevent any more drinks, but I heard movement again as he left and walked into the living room. Nothing in there belonged to him, but I guess it didn’t hurt for him to look.

“God, am I going to miss this room?” he mumbled.

There were a lot of memories. We’d had sex and done scenes in every room in this house, but the living room seemed to be his favorite. Many times, he had cuffed me to the ottoman while he did whatever he liked. He did lots of kinky things to me, likehaving sex, eating off my back, and spanking me while watching sports. The leather couches were off-limits for my bare ass to sit on and so he’d purchased a huge leather pillow for me to kneel on while I pleasured him with my mouth. I could even curl up on it to watch TV. It was purple, my favorite color, and I loved it almost as much as I loved... I’d miss him in that room most. It was where we were the most intimate, and I didn’t mean just sex. We always cuddled there and talked about our day. We shared space in each other’s minds. It was our place. Er… it WAS our place.

Footsteps came my way and there was a long pause. I knew he was looking at me. I couldn’t find the strength to look his way. There was no way. I knew if I did, the tears would come sure enough. I had to be strong, and he’d caught me in a very vulnerable state. My hair hid my face, but there could only be one reason he’d sought me out. I’d hoped that he would let it be and let me part with it on my terms. I knew why he’d come in search of it. He had purchased it, after all. I was no longer his, and that meant that I’d have to give it back.

Maybe I should have never put it on today because I knew it was doomsday. The day that I walked away from everything. It made me feel safe, and I needed that bit of security. My last connection to him.

My thighs and knees hurt so badly that I was shaking lightly. I deserved it, though. I’d let my guard down too far. Why? I’d allowed myself to need him, dependent on his control, love, and care. He’d made my heart beat for him. Even now, I could feel his pain and wanted to make him better. I wanted him to kiss me after he called me his good girl. I needed to feel his arms around me, securing me in his warmth. A cocoon of him.

Salt walked over and stood directly in front of me. Slowly, he lowered his hand, palm up, and his arm extended toward me. I knew what that meant. It wasn’t the first time that he’d done it,but it would be the last. Anger rose so quickly that I almost fell over. I reached behind my head and unfastened the clasp on the back of the necklace that I wore daily. As it came free and the air chilled the once-covered skin, a sob ripped free. My hands trembled as I held each end, frozen in place. This wasn’t right. I couldn’t do this. Tears poured from my face and I felt every part of me being torn apart. I had to do this. I could. Except, I really couldn’t. I didn’t want to.

“Lauren…”

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get a grip, but it only made it worse. Tears pushed through, drenching my face and chest.

“Baby girl…”

Too much!

“No!” I shouted.

Warm hands stroked the sides of my face before getting lost in my hair. Unable to fight him, I nuzzled his hand, relaxing against it. His other hand cupped the other side of my face and, like a glass being held too tightly, I felt the pressure building and I was so close to shattering right here and now.

“You’re so damn stubborn, my beautiful slut,” he whispered.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he covered my lips with his and took control of me easily. I whimpered into his mouth, seeking more of his cure. Succumbing to my needs, I dropped that damn necklace and wrapped my arms around him, needing him closer. I could taste the spicy bourbon on his tongue as he used it to brand me. Making me his all over again.

I pushed at his chest, realizing that this wasn’t going as I planned. He needed to go. His hand fell away from my face and a loud smack echoed throughout the house from his hand connecting with my exposed backside. I yelped, but his kisses drowned out the sound. I tried to stand, to break contact, and another crack landed loud and clear as pain exploded on my ass. It wasn’t sexy and playful like I’d experienced in the past. It wasfirm and filled with conviction. Punishing. It was helping to tear me apart right here in his hold.

He stood up, pulling me to my feet by my throat, and never breaking this kiss. My legs weren’t steady. In fact, they throbbed in pain from the lack of circulation and being held in one position for so long. I couldn’t stand on my own and he somehow knew.

Salt picked me up and walked me into the living room, where he sat me on the ottoman. He pulled his mouth from mine and unbuttoned his pants, removing his belt with a firm tug. I licked my lips nervously. What was he about to do?

He freed his erection and put the belt around the back of my neck. He pulled me until the tip of his cock pressed against my lips. I refused to open my mouth, though the pre-cum coated my lips. His hands fisted the belt tighter, pulling me closer.

“Open your goddamn mouth.” He hissed.

I hesitated, and his growl made me look up at him. Big fucking mistake. His eyes challenged me to disobey. I felt his will, and he was seconds from snapping in two. Just when I felt him splintering, I opened my mouth and his shaft rushed inside. I almost gagged on the big bastard, but I relaxed just in time. His raised eyebrow and smirk only conveyed a small amount of how cocky Salt was.

“Milk it,” he growled.

I whimpered my response before I set to work. I could handle a final blowjob. It’d be the best one he ever got. I teased him with my tongue, building him up slowly. I held on to his thighs but kept my hands clear of his shaft. The first time I swallowed him, he whistled and moaned so low and deep that it stirred a tremble. His knees almost buckled, and he gripped the belt even tighter.

I’d closed my eyes to focus, but when I opened them, he threw his head back and his hips arched into my mouth. Thesight of him so exposed to me was so hot. I squirmed on the ottoman, wanting to get off just by watching him. I lowered my hand between my spread legs and a loud growl made me freeze just before my fingers connected with my swollen clit.

“You know better.”

A pleading whimper begged him for mercy.

“You ready to talk yet?” Arousal and pent-up frustration laced his words.

When I didn’t respond, he tugged the belt, and I went back to sucking him off. He was so hard that I knew he was getting close. I continued pleasing him until suddenly he let go of one end of the belt and I tumbled backward, quickly catching myself.

“Bend over, Lauren.”

I eyed him suspiciously, and he snapped the belt in his hand. Slowly, I bent over and he flipped my skirt upward and tore the side of my panties, letting them fall away.

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