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Though the cowboy often denied it, Lance thought he had a crush on their Dakota and thought it would be amusing to see the two together. Dakota never approached him though.

A glance at Marissa told him she was watching a rope scene play out.

"Do you still play with rope?" he asked. When they had been together before, he learned a few things for her, but she was the real rope enthusiast and had even learned to self-suspend.

She shook her head. "It's been awhile. I still have all my rope stuff, just haven't pulled it out in a few years."

His hand rested at the small of her back and rubbed in gentle circles as he watched the same scene she did.

"I always enjoyed watching you with rope. We'll have to see if you still enjoy playing with it."

She turned then and planted a knee on either side of him, pressing her forehead to his.

"I'm really fucking nervous," she admitted, staring at him with her arms around his neck. He bent his head back and pulled her until their lips were almost touching.

"I appreciate you telling me. We'll go slow tonight."

Their lips met and he eased them into a passionate kiss. Longing flowed from both of them as their lips and tongues tangled in a dance of eroticism and emotion.

When he pulled away, much of the uncertainty was gone from her eyes, though he could still see traces of it.

If he had his way, it would all be gone in just a few minutes.

He twisted a hank of her hair into his fingers until she winced, and he saw her submissive switch flip. "On your hands and knees in front of the couch. Face that direction," he said, pointing to the rope scene that was still playing out.

She scrambled to comply. When her back was straight, he shifted and planted his booted feet on her back, crossing his legs at his ankles.

Her head turned so she could see him, and he shook his head. "Eyes in front of you, sub." She darted her gaze back to the suspension frame where a woman now hung from the frame in rope with her back facing the ground. Her partner worked his entire hand into her cunt. It was an act known as fisting and it had always aroused Lance despite never trying it for himself. His hands were massive, and the thought of actually doing it made him cringe. It was hot as hell to watch though.

The sub in the air cried out and her head fell back against the bed of rope she lay in as an orgasm overtook her.

Beneath his feet, Marissa trembled.

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Marissa inhaled deeply as she tried to force herself to relax into the feeling of Lance's heavy boots on her back. It was a position she'd been in before, along with a few other variations of Lance's boots resting on her body. She hoped there would be more of that as the night went on.

For now, she watched the fisting and rope scene in front of her and willed herself to think submissive thoughts.

The woman in rope must have had six orgasms in the last few minutes and they didn't seem to be wrapping up anytime soon.

When she was just about to turn and complain to Lance that her legs were getting stiff, she felt his boots leave her back. He bent forward and tugged her up by her hair.

"Let's play," he said as he stood. She scrambled to stand with him, reveling in the feel of his hand in her hair, tugging her through the dungeon.

They reached a play station along the wall and he wrenched her to her knees. She knew her eyes were wild with lust when she stared up at him.

She had no idea what he had planned.

Would he fuck her here in the dungeon? Or would he just work her up and make her wait until they went to bed upstairs? It was always a question when they played. Sometimes he just played with her body, heightening all her senses. Then he would end the scene and wait until they were alone to give her what she needed. Other times, he took her in the dungeon and fucked her as if they were alone.

She observed as he tossed his toy bag on a nearby table. He pulled nothing out of it, though. Instead, he came to stand in front of her again and unbuckled his belt. When he unzipped his fly, she knew he was going to make her suck his cock and she licked her lips in anticipation.

"Be a good girl, now," he murmured as his erection came free and grazed her lips. They parted almost involuntarily, and he pushed his way into the hot cavern of her mouth.

She moaned when she tasted his thick flesh. In a past life, it had been one of her favorite tastes

One hand came to rest at the back of her head while the other gripped the base of his thick cock.

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