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He could see the battle on her face. Did she want to argue and potentially lose out on an orgasm, or did she want to keep playing on his terms? She slid her finger back over her clit and raised her hips. He grinned and resumed fucking her with the cucumber.

The orgasm that ripped through her moments later almost undid him. He bit the inside of his cheek until he drew blood as she convulsed and cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck, that was hot. I promise there would be no regret if you wanted to fuck me.”

He bent down and kissed her as he drew the condom-wrapped cucumber out of her. “I appreciate that, but the answer is still no.” He went to the en suite bathroom and tossed the cucumber in the trash, then pulled a rag down from the shelf and flipped on the faucet. Having the wall between them gave him a minute to breathe deeply and cool down as he waited for the water to warm.

After he cleaned her up, they climbed into bed together and Peter turned out the bedside lamp. A few minutes of silence went by, and he thought she had fallen asleep already.

“I’m still horny, damn it. Are you sure you don’t want to have sex?”

“Oh, sweetheart, I want to have sex, but I’ve already given you my answer.”

He snuggled close to her, purposely letting his erection press into her back as he whispered in her ear. “I told you payback was a bitch.”

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SOMETHING brushed Carrie’s thigh, and she jerked away from it. A hand gripped one leg and pulled her thighs apart. She blinked her eyes open. It was still dark outside, but she could see hints of the sun rising.

Peter was between her thighs and she cried out when he put his mouth on her pussy. Talk about a wake up call.

She jerked against his tongue as he licked her. He nipped, sucked, gently bit, giving her a whole range of sensation. Her nipples tightened and the ache and desire from the previous night when he refused to fuck her came rushing back.

“You better plan on banging me before you’re done, Mercer.” Her voice was still husky with sleep, but she didn’t care.

He lifted his head and grinned in the dimly lit room. “Morning, beautiful. Just relax and let me have my breakfast first. If you’re a good girl, you’ll get my cock just the way you like it.”

Her cunt spasmed at his words, and then his tongue was on her again. The first time he’d called her a good girl, she’d corrected him. But not now. There was something about the way he said it that made her hornier than ever. If he hadn’t been tongue deep in her pussy, she might have had some thoughts about how he seemed to be making her break all the rules she’d always had for herself and men. But her brain was too distracted by his expert mouth to think of anything of the sort.

He sucked her now swollen clit into his mouth and slid a finger inside her, crooking it up and pumping until he found the spot that made her gasp and jerk against him.

The assault on her senses didn’t stop until the orgasm had her seeing bright bursts of light that had nothing to do with the sun climbing higher into the sky.

“Now that’s a very good girl.”

He opened the drawer and pulled out a condom, sitting up on his knees to roll it on.

With one fluid motion, he was inside her, then he brought both her hands above her head and pinned them with one hand. He plucked at both nipples with his other hand, admiring the way they stood so stiff. “So pretty. They would look even better in a nice pair of clover clamps.”

She sucked in a long breath. Nipple clamps always drove her wild.

Peter held up a finger, as if to say, ‘hold on a second.’ As if she was going anywhere.

He eased out of her and leaned over to the nightstand and pulled open the second drawer. She kept her arms up while he let go to dig in the drawer.

“God bless Gage.”

He pulled out a pair of silver clamps.

“Ready?”

She nodded eagerly, anticipating the harsh bite of pain adding to the pleasure she already felt.

He lowered his head and sucked each nipple into his mouth for a few seconds. Holding one nipple between his finger and thumb, he gave it a sharp pinch then attached the clamp. The heat of the pain roared through her and she let out a garbled cry. The endorphins and arousal and adrenaline commingle in a heady combination of feelings and chemicals that had her dancing on the edge of bliss. When the second clamp was attached, he sat back and admired his work.

He gave a gentle tug on the chain that connected the clamps. “Now I have something to tug on while I fuck you.”

He winked and kissed her forehead. “I love the way you let me hurt you. It’s hot.”

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