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She used one hand to grip his boot as the vibrator worked against her clit.

"You want my boots on you?" She nodded frantically and he stood, digging his booted foot into her side. That wasn't quite what she had in mind, so she shook her head.

"No?" he questioned. As he lifted his foot. It came to rest on her throat and she looked frantically at him as he made it difficult but not impossible for her to breathe.

She ground the vibrator into her pussy but still couldn't bring herself to the edge.

"Must not be it either," he teased, pulling his boot away from her throat. Then he moved to stand between her legs and kicked her hand gently away from her clit. As soon as his heavy leather boot made contact with her engorged clit, she screamed out the orgasm. Lance continued to grind into her cunt with his boot, using just the right amount of pressure until she gave him two more orgasms.

"God damn it. That's the hottest fucking thing I've seen," she heard someone say near their play station. Her eyes darted open and she looked around her. They'd somehow grown an audience.

Lance dropped to a sitting position and pulled her into his lap, so they faced the wall. Her bound legs kept her pussy spread wide.

"Forget about the crowd," he murmured in her ear. "Your only job is to keep coming for me." He must have picked up the vibrator because it came to rest against her pussy again and he switched it on high.

Her head fell back against his shoulder as he coaxed her through another orgasm and then another. She lost count after six.

Her body was limp by the time he tossed the vibrator toward his open toy bag.

"I can take you upstairs or I can take you here on the floor. Your choice, Kitten," he murmured in her ear.

"Upstairs," she breathed.

Lance moved like lightening, cleaning up their space and repacking his toys. He tossed her a thin silk robe he'd stashed in his bag and she slipped it on.

Without a word, he gripped her hand and strode toward the dungeon entrance. He said nothing until they were upstairs in his suite where he quickly divested her of her robe and pushed her toward the bed.

"You're so fucking incredible," he said as he stripped off his clothes and settled between her thighs.

She jerked against the mattress when his cock made contact with her overly sensitive pussy.

"I need to fuck you hard and fast baby," he said.

"Yes, Sir. Please," she begged.

He needed no further invitation and he sank into her swiftly. His motions were frantic as he pounded in and out of her. He gripped at her shoulders and arms and she clawed his back as his cock pushed into her pussy over and over again.

His orgasm was close, she could tell by the way he stiffened inside her. She wasn't sure she had it in her, but she shoved one hand between their sweat drenched bodies and found her clit. It was tender and swollen but arousal fired through her as she rubbed in gentle circles.

"Now," he bit out as he came inside her.

Her own orgasm quickly followed his. She screamed out as her sore pussy convulsed around his spurting cock.

They collapsed in a heap as their pleasure subsided.

"Fuck," she murmured several minutes later when their breathing had calmed. "I think you might have broken my pussy."

He hovered over her and brushed damp hair away from her face.

"That's a shame because I'm not nearly done with it yet. It's only Friday, Kitten. We have another party to look forward to tomorrow."

She let out a gasp at the not-so-subtle threat in his tone. She would definitely leave Colorado sore and exhausted.

Good thing she didn't mind a bit.

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