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Soft kisses are peppered along my shoulder, my neck, and the top of my forearm before he turns my body and tilts my chin up.

“Are you okay, darling?”

“I’m more than okay, King,” I say with a big goofy grin. “That was the best sex of my life. I love that you didn’t treat me like a porcelain doll, afraid of breaking me.”

He traces my lips with a finger, while staring at me with a soft and contented smile. “If I ever do something you don’t like, all you have to do is say stop.”

“I know.” I kiss his fingertip. “I trust you, Kingston.”

Cupping my cheek, his gentle and swoony kiss spreads warmth through my chest. Without stopping, I push him to lie on his back and straddle his waist.

“Kingston?”

“Yeah, darling?”

“Next time, will you fuck me bareback and come inside me?”

His hands pause their exploration on my thighs and he sits up. “Say that again.”

“I want nothing between us” I whisper, afraid he might not want it. “I’m clean and on the pill.”

Grabbing my throat, he forces me to meet his gaze which I lowered in nervousness. “You want me to creampie your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Think twice, Twinkle. Because I won’t be able to go back from this. It’ll be impossible for me.”

“I want it.” My tone is confident and seductive. “I want to feel you come deep inside me, again and again.”

“Such a kinky little thing.” His lips curl into a smirk. “You can forget sleep tonight.”

CHAPTER – 22

Twinkle

Kneeling at Kingston’s feet, I’m trussed up in jewels and toys.

Every single one of them different than the ones he used on me at the shop.

I blush, thinking about how he made me crawl across the bedroom to the dresser to get and bring them to him.

Standing above me in nothing but his unbuttoned pants with his cock tucked in, he makes a drool-worthy picture of a sinful lord. The black inked tattoos, the corded muscles of his chest dusted with hair, and strong arms. Tousled hair falling over his forehead, giving a dangerous edge.

A necklace—half leather and half chain—is locked around my neck. The ends of the chain have two small clips. For what—I don’t know. I’m both nervous and aroused to find out.

My achingly hard nipples are trapped evilly between clamps with a chain in the middle connecting them. The weightof it dangling between my breasts tugs at my poor tips and I tremor from the pain, forcing myself to stay still.

Except, a slim and long dildo is lodged deep in my ass, making it difficult. Every time Kingston’s hand brushes or ghosts over my body, I clench around it involuntarily.

Thank God, it doesn’t have a secret vibrator.

Or I’d be a sobbing mess on the floor.

His cock is long and hard beneath his pants, the engorged head peeking out the waistband, and it’s because he’s loving every second of my squirming.

A taunting glint blazes in his pupils.

“Close your eyes,” he commands with a tug at the clamp’s chain.

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