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“No, no, naughty girl. You don’t try to get away from the things I give you. Now you have to give me an extra orgasm,” he said as he flipped the vibrator up to high.

The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, and she screamed as the pleasure rolled through her. She begged him to take the vibrator away, but he ignored her pleas.

“You owe me one more,” he said as he leaned in close and sank his teeth into her neck. The fourth orgasm seemed to shatter her as it blasted through her system. She felt moisture on her cheeks and realized they were tears.

Her body seemed to convulse for several minutes after he pulled the vibrator away and it clattered to the floor.

The pain as he removed her nipple clamps barely registered. His movements were quick and efficient as he freed her from the restraints and lifted her into his arms. He carried her down the hall to his room and sat her on the bed where he laid with her, his hand running up and down her back as she came down from her high.

When she was coherent, he stood and stripped his own clothes off before rolling on a condom. Soon she was in the throes of a final orgasm as he fucked her hard and fast. When they finished and cleaned up, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep with her back to his bare chest.

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“Mr. Foster, from now until your trial, you are hereby ordered to stay on this property. Our sensors will detect whether you are obeying these orders. If they are not adhered to, you will be remanded to the county jail. Do you have any questions?”

Memphis forced himself not to scowl too harshly at the officer who was explaining the details of his house arrest.

“I think it’s all pretty clear. Thank you, Officer. And I’ll be permitted to attend weekly meetings at my attorney’s office and any court dates added to the schedule, correct?”

The officer nodded. “Correct. It’s our understanding that you have a female companion living here as well. Her movements will not be monitored in any way, but I would advise you not to use her to bring contraband into the home. While you are on house arrest, all drugs and alcohol are forbidden. Because pretrial house arrest is not as stringent, we will not be continuously monitoring for those substances, but your assigned officer could show up at any moment and drug test you or ask you to breathe into a Breathalyzer. Again, any infractions will land you in jail until your trial.”

He only half listened as the officer explained the ins and outs of house arrest and how his case was special because of his willingness to have a chip implanted. In some ways that was working in his favor because it was allowing the department to test whether such a device was workable for other criminals sentenced to house arrest.

On the other hand, organizations like the ACLU might have a field day if they got wind of how he was being monitored. People were weird about chips.

He’d slipped out of bed early this morning to go for a long run through the neighborhood. His last for a few weeks at least. He just hoped this house arrest didn’t end with him in prison for twenty years. Which is exactly what would happen if he didn’t figure out who screwed him over.

The officer finished his spiel and demonstrated the tracking system. He also left a large stack of documents for him to read about house arrest and the fees he would be assessed for the city of Las Vegas to monitor him.

He flipped through the stack and carried it upstairs to the room he’d designated as his office. There had been much haranguing on his attorney’s part that allowed him to be able to continue working since it was essentially his business practices that were on trial. But after Jeremy’s impassioned plea peppered with numerous reminders that innocent until proven guilty was still a thing in this country, the judge had finally given in to the requests they were making. Bail should have never been revoked in the first place.

When the officer was gone, he paced his office and wondered just how much he should tell Rylee. According to his attorney, she should have known everything from the beginning, but it hadn’t been a simple thing to work into conversation. Not when every interaction they’d had so far had been extremely sexual.

The sound of movement down the hall caught his attention, and he knew she was awake and would be looking for him soon. He was glad she’d slept through the morning activity, but he had told her people would be around to set up a new security system just in case she woke up and wandered what was happening. Why was he trying so hard to keep his predicament from her?

He dragged a hand through his hair and sent a text to his attorney to meet him back at the house in an hour. Jeremy had been there at the beginning when they’d set up the sensors and implanted the small chip but had left for another appointment before the officers left.

Rolling up his sleeves, he made his way to the bedroom he’d slept with Rylee in.

She was pulling on her robe when he pushed the door open. There was lust in her eyes when she turned and let it fall to the floor again.

“Mmm. Good girl. I would love to play, but I have work meetings all morning. I just wanted to come say good morning before I got started.”

She seemed disappointed but made no move to put her robe back on. He closed the distance between them. His mouth closed over hers and he let his hand fist into her already disheveled hair.

“Good morning, Ace. There should be pretty much anything you want in the kitchen for breakfast.”

“Thank you,” she murmured as her fingers danced on her swollen lips. “What should I do after breakfast?” she asked.

He smiled. “I’m sure you can find ways to entertain yourself in this house. You have free rein. Just stay out of my office if I’m in a meeting.”

She nodded. “OK.”

He frowned and shook his head. “Turn around and bend over the desk.”

Her mouth dropped open, but she obeyed.

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