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Lance leaned over to the nearby dresser and set Marissa's wine glass down, his hand never leaving her throat.

He turned their bodies until her back was to one wall and he pushed her into it, applying just enough pressure to her throat so she knew he was completely in control again.

"I hope you're ready for me to fuck you within an inch of your life for that little stunt."

"Can't fucking wait," she gasped out.

He released her throat and fisted a hand into her hair, dragging her to the bed where he threw her down and pointed a finger at her.

"Don't fucking move."

Her eyes went wide at the seriousness of his tone and he bent to pull a cuff from beneath his bed. It was attached to a chain that was bolted to the bedframe. He captured one ankle and cuffed it before moving to the opposite side of the bed to repeat the process with her other ankle, leaving her legs spread wide for him. There was little slack in the chains so even though she tried, she couldn't close her legs to him.

He prowled onto the bed and settled between her still flailing legs.

"Someone needs a refresher on the rules. It's been a while, so I'll let it slide," he crooned as he dragged one finger along her slick pussy. "You don't try to close your legs to me, Riss. I own this cunt, and I'm going to make sure you remember that when I'm done with you."

He stretched himself over her, effectively stopping her movements. He sank his teeth into her neck until he heard the groan of pleasured pain leave her.

"I hope you haven't suddenly developed an aversion to marks," he said when he pulled away.

She shook her head with a little grin. "Nope."

His eyes narrowed and he put his hand to her throat again. "How do you answer me?"

"No, Sir," she whimpered as he pinched her nipple with his free hand.

"Better. I guess we'll just have to go back to basic training on Friday won't we Kitten?"

She shook her head back and forth. "I'll be good, I promise, Sir."

"Ah, so she remembers her training," he murmured as he bent to capture a nipple between his teeth.

"God, yes, Sir. You didn't let me come for a week."

"The good news is, I'm rather fond of your orgasms, so I won't be inflicting that on you tonight."

Without another word, he moved so he was face to face with her glistening pussy and pressed his mouth to the sensitive folds. He licked and sucked until she was bucking against his face.

"Please," she begged. "Fuck me please. I need you inside me."

He ignored her pleas and continued to devour her pussy.

"Come in my mouth and maybe I'll fuck you," he said as his fingers dug into her thighs and he sucked her clit into his mouth again.

Moving one hand away from the pale flesh of her inner thigh, he breached her wet opening with two fingers and pumped them in and out of her.

She bucked against him, the walls of her pussy squeezing his fingers tight.

"Please," she whimpered. "Let me come on your cock."

"Earn my cock, kitten. Give me what I want."

He dug his fingers harder into her thigh. There would be visible fingerprints when he was done.

Thirty seconds later, he felt her tense as an orgasm rolled through her.

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