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“At least I’ve got your attention. Ten more to go.”

She moaned as he pulled the belt away from her lips and stood behind her again.

“You’re taking this really well. I’m proud of you. And I know you can take these last ten just as well.”

Gage stayed silent as he delivered the last of her spanking, and when he was done, he tossed the belt on the desk in front of her so she could see it, then he took one more picture of her well spanked ass.

“Do you want some aftercare before I fuck you or after?”

“After. Please? I need you, Sir.”

“Now that’s a much better way to ask for my cock. Good girl. You can come whenever you want without asking.”

He pushed his pants and boxers down his hips and fisted his cock. It had been raging hard since the spanking began, and he would not last long as a result.

He dragged the head of his erection across her folds, grinding it against her clit when he got to the little bundle of nerves.

When she was moaning and pushing against him, he slipped inside her in one swift thrust. She raised herself up enough to slip a hand between her legs and touch her clit.

“Let me know if you need a toy,” he grunted. Though how he was going to tear himself away from her perfect cunt to get her one, he had no idea.

The way she encased him was pure ecstasy. A drug he wanted to get addicted to and never recover from.

She was fucking incredible.

“I’m good. I’m close. Fuck me, please Sir?”

That was all the encouragement Gage needed to take her hard. He gripped her hips and slammed into her, letting his head fall back as he moved.

As he fucked her, something snapped in him, and hot tears dripped down his cheeks. But that didn’t stop him from pounding into her.

Soon he recognized the familiar grip of her as she spasmed around him, and he realized she was coming apart for him.She cried out and rode the wave of pleasure that was currently controlling her body.

“That’s it baby,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You come so good for my cock, don’t you? Keep playing with that clit until I fill you up.”

He was close himself, and he dug his fingers tighter into her as he chased the pleasure that was emptying himself into her.

“You’re gonna take my cum like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir!” Her response was frantic as she continued to rub her sensitive clit, and he knew if he could hold back, she would get herself to a second orgasm.

But holding back was almost impossible as he teetered on the edge. And then she pulsed around him again and let out a string of fucks as she came again.

“Oh, sweet little imp. You make me so proud. Get ready for me.”

With two more thrusts, he was coming, filling her with his seed, and he growled as he trembled inside her.

He wanted her against his chest, in his lap, in his arms, as close as he could get her, so he didn’t waste time basking in the post orgasm tremors. Instead, he pulled out of her, kicked his pants the rest of the way off and tore his shirt off over his head. Then bent and undid her restraints before scooping her up and carrying her to the couch where he sat and held her close.

Tears fell again as he let out all the grief over Reggie. She hugged him and burrowed against his chest as they let everything out together.

He wasn’t sure how long they sat there before he loosened his grip on her and reached for the box of Kleenex on the end table and offered her one.

“Thank you for that,” he said after wiping his eyes and nose. “For encouraging me not to hold back. For taking everything I gave you. And most of all, for being here in this with me.”

She shook her head as she wiped her eyes. “I should be thanking you. Who knew Reggie being alive would fuck me up more than thinking he’d died?”

“It’s a shock to the system. You’re going to want to schedule a therapy appointment soon. As cathartic as this was with you, there’s going to be some stuff to process.”

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