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Stroking my sweaty back, he hammered into me. “That’s it. So tight around my cock.”

He reached around and rubbed my clit, then lightly slapped it a few times. My head flew up. I was so close to coming, my limbs locked up as my climax crawled up my body. Connor leaned over and bit my shoulder, and I cried out as an orgasm ripped through me.

He shoved himself inside me so hard, he sent me skidding across the bed before he grabbed my hips and held them tight against his own as we came together. I finally drifted down, my head hanging as Connor held my limp body against him. When he quit coming and caught his breath, he laid us on our sides, still lodged inside me.

The spanking, my climax, and the stressful day had wrung me out. I was barely coherent when he finally pulled out, sending fluids running across the backs of my thighs.

He unbuckled the cuffs, then went to the bathroom to grab a warm, wet towel to wipe us both down.

I grazed his thigh. “I have no words. I came so hard I think I broke something.”

He let out a quiet breath. “Tell me what you thought of being cuffed and spanked.”

My face went hot and I let go of his thigh. “Do we have to talk about this?”

He grinned and kissed me. “Absolutely. Sometimes I forget how innocent you are. And I fucking love that you’re doing all this with me for the first time. But I also worry I might scare the shit out of you.”

I poked his side. “I’m okay not verbally processing everything.”

“I need to know where your head’s at because I want to keep tying you down, spanking, and then thoroughly fucking you. But only if you want it too.”

A blush spread across my whole body, and I groaned. “I like it, okay? I liked reading about it, and now I know I like doing it. Is that good enough for you?”

He lay on his side. “Not even close. But we’re both tired, so we’ll finish this conversation tomorrow. I tucked Elodie in before I came, and Javier is staying at the house tonight.” He pulled me into his side, and I snuggled against him. “We’ll talk in the morning.”

“Or how about never?”

He squeezed me. “If by ‘never’ you mean tomorrow, that works for me.”

Chapter 23

Early morning sunlight poured through the window when Connor rolled me over. “Good morning.” He kissed and palmed my breasts. “It’s tomorrow. Let’s finish our talk.”

I groaned and arched into his hands. “ I need coffee. And the bathroom.”

“We’ll get coffee in a few minutes. Go use the bathroom, then let’s talk.”

After we cleaned up a little, he pulled me back to bed and started quizzing me. Connor asked me what I fantasized about, what I’d done in the past, and what I wanted to try. He also wanted to know what type of erotica I liked to read.

At one point, I was sure even my toenails were blushing. “Are you always this thorough with your partners?”

He chuckled and kissed my hot cheeks. “No. But I plan to keep you.”

“Lucky me.”

He laughed, then continued going through sexual positions and kinks. There was quite a laundry list of positions he put onour “to try” list. But we did cross a few things off. And I found out coulrophilia was clown play.

I shook my head. “I didn’t know coulrophilia was even a thing,”

“Yep. To each their own, eh?”

There were several other sexual positions and fetishes I’d never heard of or considered.

“Are you just making stuff up now? What exactly is klismaphilia?”

He grinned and reached down to pat my ass. “Enema play. Some people like the extreme pressure. I hear others just like having their bowels cleaned.”

I groaned in disbelief. “Holy mother of God, my ears are burning. I think I’ve had enough for one day.”

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