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“Oh dear. That was the wrong thing to say.” Peter patted her head. Then he was standing in front of her with the clothespin in his hand. “Tongue out, little one.”

Her mouth stayed shut. “Tongue out now or there won’t be any orgasms at all for you tonight.”

Her pussy throbbed against the now quiet vibrator, and she knew she couldn’t take more of this if there was no orgasm in her future. Gingerly, she poked her tongue out of her mouth.

“A little more,” he urged.

When it was out far enough, he clamped the clothespin in place, and she let out a garbled cry of pain. Within seconds, drool was pouring from her mouth as she tried to keep her tongue still to minimize the sensation of the clothespin biting into her.

Then the vibrator turned back on. At first, the pain of the clothespin had been too much, but the pulse of the vibrator dulled it to the level of pain she enjoyed. Soon, her pussy was quivering with the need for release, and she wanted to beg him to give it to her.

“Come.” It was a quiet command, but that was all she needed. The orgasm ripped through her like a flash flood and she screamed as much as the clothespin would allow.

Without warning, he removed the offending clamp, and her scream grew louder as a second orgasm flowed out of her. Then he was lowering her to the ground, having turned the vibrator off. Her body trembled as he hurried through, untying her.

When her body was free of rope, he rubbed her arms and helped her stretch them out again before he turned her to face him and claimed her mouth for a violent kiss. His hands gripped her hair as their mouths crashed together. Soon she tasted blood, and she wasn’t sure if it was his or hers.

Peter scooped her up and carried her to the chaise lounge and laid her gently on it. Then he stripped out of his black slacks and boxers and rolled on a condom. “Spread your legs, baby.” She stared up at him hungrily as she let her legs fall open. His latex wrapped cock was pulsing in his hand as he positioned himself to enter her. Judging from the way he was breathing, it wouldn’t take him long to finish them both off.

“You can come all you want now, baby.” He pressed the tip of his erection against her swollen entrance.

He braced himself against the back of the leather seat and thrust himself inside her in one swift motion.

She cried out as another orgasm threatened to tear through her. Sliding a hand between their bodies, she grazed her clit with one finger. The sensation was enough to send her flying. She screamed out his name as he plunged into her again. The pace he set was fast and furious, and she cried out with each punishing thrust. With a labored growl, Peter’s own orgasm roared through him, and his cock throbbed inside of her. When they were both spent, he eased himself off her and crossed the room to his bag. The prepared bastard had a pack of wet wipes so they could clean up. He also brought her a small throw blanket he had tucked away and draped it over her shoulders after helping her sit up. Pulling her close, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed the top of her head.

“Jesus,” she said after a few minutes of quiet. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

Peter shook with quiet laughter. “Same,” he said. “You’re incredible, baby. Are you OK?” He tugged the blanket away and examined her rope marks. “These won’t last as long as bruises from impact play, but do they satisfy your desire to be marked?”

Carrie grinned and nodded as she traced the rope marks on her wrists. “I’ll have to wear long sleeves if I go out tomorrow.”

After a few more minutes of cuddling, Peter straightened. “We should probably get this space cleaned up so someone else can use it.”

Carrie nodded, and they quietly got dressed. Then she sat on the chaise lounge after wiping it down with a disinfectant wipe and watched Peter recoil his rope. As he expertly folded one length, he looked at her. “If you were to become mine longer term, you would learn to do this for me.”

Carrie smiled rubbed her hands down her thighs. “I don’t know if I’m ready to talk about that yet, but I would be willing to try more of this sort of thing. Maybe more outside the bedroom and the playroom.”

Peter flashed her the grin she loved so much. “Good, because you’re mine until you go back to work on Monday, remember?”

Carrie nodded. “I remember, Sir.”

23

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Peter scowled as he circled the crowded amusement park parking lot.

Beside him, Carrie bounced in her seat, and Peter couldn’t help but grin. Her excitement was infectious. Finally, he spotted an empty spot and maneuvered the big SUV into place. Hopping out of the car, he came around and opened her door. Instead of stepping to the side to let her out, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips, one hand fisting into her hair. They were still experimenting with their power exchange dynamic, but for now, she wasn’t shying away from his affection or his dominance and he was grateful.

She wrapped both of her slender arms around his neck, so he lifted her out of the car, his hands circling her waist. It took him by surprise when she wrapped her legs around his own waist and kissed him deeply.

“Thanks for coming.” She pressed her forehead pressed against his.

“It doesn’t take much to make you happy does it, little one.?”

She shook her head as he gently set her down on the pavement and laced his fingers with hers.

“Come on. The weather is perfect for this,” she said, tugging on his hand. The SUV chirped to let him know it was locked, and he slipped the key in his pocket. Once they were in line, Carrie let go of his hand. Then she laid her hand on his back and slid it down, squeezing his left ass cheek.

“You should wear jeans more often.” She wiggled her eyebrows. Peter just shook his head and brushed her hand away, capturing it in his own when it fell to her side.

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