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Shomun’s eyes are dark, his need for me written plainly on his face. He blows out the candle, the room plunging into near darkness. He’s done playing, done teasing. His need has grown too great to hold back any longer.

He grabs my hips, dragging me under his powerful body, and I squeal with delight behind the gag. The head of his cock presses against me, slick with my arousal, and I’ve never been more ready to feel him inside of me.

He’s inside me before I can even process the shift in his demeanor. One moment, he’s kneeling before me, his tongue working me into a frenzy, and the next, he’s lifting me effortlessly, his hands gripping my hips as he slides into me with a low, guttural growl. The sensation is overwhelming, his cock filling me completely, stretching me in ways that make my breath hitch and my body tremble.

“Shomun,” I gasp, my voice breaking as he begins to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. My hands clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, but he doesn’t seem to care. His focus is entirely on me, his eyes locked on mine as he fucks me with a precision that leaves me breathless.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “All mine.”

I nod, unable to form words, my body arching against his as he picks up the pace. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mingling with my moans and his grunts, and I’m lost in the sensation, in the way he makes me feel. Every thrust, every movement, is calculated to drive me closer to the edge, and I’m helpless to resist.

“Please,” I beg, my voice barely a whisper. “Please, let me cum.”

“Cum for me,” he commands, his voice firm but gentle, and I obey instantly, my body convulsing as the orgasm engulfs my body and soul. I scream his name, my nails raking down his back, and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, just keeps fucking me through the waves of pleasure.

When the first orgasm subsides, he flips me onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips as he enters me from behind. The new angle sends a fresh wave of pleasure through me, and I’m already on the edge again, my body trembling with need.

“Again,” he growls, his voice a command, and I cum instantly, my body arching against his as he fucks me harder, deeper. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I lose count of how many times he makes me cum, how many times he changes positions, each one more intense than the last.

By the time he finally cums, filling me with his hot seed, I’m a trembling, quivering mess, my body spent and sated. He collapses on top of me, his cock still buried inside me, exulting in the weight of him, the warmth of his body, as I drift off to sleep, pinned beneath him.

I don’t know how I got so lucky, how I ended up here, with him. But as I close my eyes, I know one thing for certain: I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.

CHAPTER20

SHOMUN

Istep into my corner office, the weight of the overseas trip still clinging to me. The air smells faintly of stale takeout and paper, and my eyes scan the room. Papers are strewn across my desk like a hurricane hit, empty food cartons piled precariously on the edge. My jaw tightens.

“Clarice,” I call out, my voice low and edged with disbelief. There’s no response, so I stride toward the bedroom, my boots clicking sharply against the hardwood floor.

She’s lounging on the bed, one hand propping her head up, the other lazily working a vibrator against herself. Her eyes flicker to me, a sly smile curling her lips. “Oh, are you home?” she asks, her tone dripping with faux innocence.

I cross my arms, my eyes narrowing. “Care to explain the state of my office?”

She shrugs, not missing a beat. “I was busy. And now I’m—” she hums, arching her back slightly, “—even busier.”

I let out a sharp laugh, shaking my head. “You’re going to regret that.” In three strides, I’m at the bed, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet. She yelps, the vibrator clattering to the floor. “Busy, huh? I’ll show you busy.”

I drag her across the room, her feet barely touching the ground, and drop her onto my lap. Her hands instinctively brace against my thighs, but I pin her arms behind her back with one hand, holding her firmly in place. “Let’s see how you like being disciplined.”

My free hand comes down hard on her ass, the sound sharp and satisfying. She squeals, squirming against me. “Simon!” she gasps, but I don’t let up. I spank her again, the rhythm steady and unrelenting. Her skin reddens under my palm, and her squirming turns into writhing.

“Is this what you had in mind when you left my office a pigsty?” I growl, landing another smack. Her breath quickens, and she lets out a moan that’s equal parts protest and pleasure.

“I didn’t think—” she starts, but I cut her off with another strike.

“That’s the problem,” I say, my voice dark with amusement. “You didn’t think.”

Her body trembles under my hand, and she arches her back, pressing herself against me. “Please,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “Let me cum.”

I pause, my hand hovering above her ass. “Yes,” I say, and she lets out a choked cry as her body convulses, her thighs clamping together. I keep spanking her, the rhythm steady, as her orgasm rips through her. She screams, her entire body shaking, and I don’t stop until she’s limp in my arms, her breathing ragged.

I grab the vibrator from the floor, holding it up between us. Claire’s eyes widen, her lips parting as if she’s about to protest, but she doesn’t. She just watches me, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

“Since you’re so fond of this,” I say, my voice low and deliberate, “you can have it all afternoon.”

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t argue. She never does, not when I’m like this. I retrieve the Reaper’s Lingerie from the drawer, the leather cool and familiar in my hands. She stands still as I fasten the collar around her neck, the cuffs locking her wrists behind her back. I guide her to the office chair, the one with the high back and sturdy frame, and secure her there with the harness straps. She’s bound, her arms immobile, her body exposed and entirely at my mercy.

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