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Jesus Christ. She’d never had someone say anything like that to her before. It made her want to beg him for more.

Instead, she lifted her hips in invitation.

“Missing my cock, are you?”

She nodded. “Please.”

“You’re being such a good girl, I couldn’t possibly deny you.”

He repositioned himself and entered her swiftly, tugging on the chain as he did.

Then he fucked her fast and hard, their grunts and moans filling the room. He demanded her orgasm as he grew closer and closer to his own. “Come for me. Give it to me. Be my good little slut and give me your pleasure.” His frenzied praise and commands combined with the sharp bite in her nipples and his cock railing her sent her toppling over with a loud cry that some might have mistaken for anguish. But it was anything but.

Her pussy still convulsed when he opened the clamps and pulled them off. The white hot sting of the blood rushing back extended her orgasm and his tongue gently comforting the aching tips brought her down slowly.

His phone buzzed and rang an alarm as he was easing out of her, and he chuckled.

“That would be my alarm.”

He cleaned her up and pulled the blankets back over her. “Go back to sleep, lover. Gage can take you to work when you’re ready.”

She heard him turn on the shower before she drifted back to a peaceful sleep.

When she woke sometime later, the sun was shining through the bedroom window. According to her phone, it was past eleven in the morning. It had been months since she’d slept this late. Stretching, she scrolled through her e-mails and texts. Nothing important, but there were two messages that made her smile. The first was from Gage.

Morning Hot stuff. I’m putting donuts outside your door.

She grinned and was tempted to hop out of bed right then, but there was one more message waiting for her, and she’d already seen who it was from.

I hope you slept well. I was jealous of your pillow when I left. Let’s drive out to the rest area when I get off work. Let me know if I’m picking you up from work or Gage’s house.

There was nothing erotic about the message, but it made her blush anyway as she thought of the way he’d awakened her before he left. Along with the blush came a face splitting grin. Grin still in place, she rolled out of bed and opened the door. Sure enough, Gage had placed a small box of donuts from a nearby bakery on the floor. Grabbing them up, she shut the door again and sat in the middle of the bed, where she ate two of the four in the box.

After finger combing her hair to tame some of the bed-head, she pulled her clothes back on and made her way to the living room with the remaining donuts in hand.

“Morning sleepy head,” Gage was sitting on the couch lounging in shorts and no shirt. A pretty brunette sat at his feet but didn’t say anything to Carrie.

“You can say good morning, pet,” Gage said, patting the girl on the head. “Carrie, this is Evie. I don’t think the two of you have met.”

Evie looked up and smiled at Carrie. “Good morning. Are you Peter’s new sub?” If Carrie wasn’t mistaken, there was a bit of hostility or perhaps jealousy in the girl’s question, and she wanted to set the record straight. However, Gage spoke before she could.

“That’s a rude question, pet. Especially first thing in the morning.” His hand fisted into the girl’s hair and brought her head around, so she was looking him in the eyes.

“Sorry, Sir,” she whispered.

“It’s fine, really,” Carrie said, but Gage shook his head, so she didn’t continue.

“Thanks for the donuts.”

“You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything else. Coffee’s still hot in the kitchen.”

Caffeine was the perfect escape, and she made a beeline for the kitchen. This wasn’t awkward at all. She heard Gage speaking in a low voice to Evie, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying.

A few minutes later, she leaned against the counter, enjoying her second cup of coffee when Evie sauntered in. The garage door opened and shut, meaning Gage had left the two of them alone.

Evie rummaged in the fridge for a minute before pulling out an apple and leaning against the door.

“I admire anyone who can handle Peter’s demands.” Carrie doubted the sincerity of the girl’s words, but she listened anyway. Setting her mug on the counter, she did her best to keep her posture relaxed and open, refusing to show Evie just how threatened she was feeling.

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