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Arousal leaked out of her cunt. I lapped at it with my tongue until the only thing that was left was from me.

“Cal,” Layla begged. “Please—baby—please.”

I parted her labia, exposing her opening. So intricate. So delicate. I flicked her clit with my finger, my cock thickening to steel with her cry. Her nipples pointed straight at the ceiling. Her lower back was arched, leaving only her shoulders and hips on the mattress.

I left her pussy with a lingering wet kiss before moving to straddle her, dragging the head of my cock down the center line of her stomach. Her hips rose to meet mine. My balls were nestled against her wet heat, cradled by her softness. Layla’s head tipped back, raven hair spilling across the pillows. I cupped her breasts, palming the swells as I teased her folds.

My dick was a heat-seeking missile, locked on its target. I notched the head inside of her, holding still for an excruciating minute. Layla squirmed. She thrashed. She writhed and whipped, all in an effort to get more. Still, I held, letting the quiet anticipation build. Her hands tugged at the ties, feet flexed against the belts.

I pulled back, leaving her swearing in frustration.

Air whipped against her center before the clap from my hand stung her wet cunt.

“Please,” she cried out. “I—I can’t wait anymore.”

I spanked her pussy again, then rubbed, soothing the burn.

Layla mewled—pleading, begging, praying for something more. If she could hear me, I would have told her how well she took each spank. How well she handled each bite of pain. She was a goddess worthy of undying praise. “Such a good girl,” I murmured to myself as I cupped her sex. “So sweet for me.”

Again, I parted her entrance and exposed her clit. My palm connected with her most sensitive flesh in a sharp swat. Before any sound escaped her mouth, I was thrusting inside.

Her mouth opened, lips parting in silent euphoria as I drove into her again, fucking her with everything in me. It was a selfish way to take her, wanting her laid open for me to do with as I pleased. But I was a selfish man. She had given herself to me, and rejecting that would have been cruel.

With each pump, I slowed my pace, taking time to grind down on her clit between thrusts. Without so much as a warning, she shattered at the intensity of the rush. Layla collapsed against the mattress as I came, the two of us fusing our broken pieces together like stained glass.

We glowed, light shining through the shards that had been colored, shaped, and cut out of our control. But together, our pieces became whole.

33

LAYLA

“Where are you taking me?” I shouted from my spot in front of the bathroom mirror.

“Already told you,” Callum shouted back. “It’s a surprise.”

“I hate surprises,” I hollered as I applied lipstick in a deep shade of plum. I blotted my lips with a tissue and tossed it in the trash. “You know, you’re making some pretty big claims of this being the best first date ever.”

“I always make good on my promises,” he called from the base of the stairs. “Get a move on, honey.”

Getting a move on made the ache in my pussy throb even more.After being tied down and deprived of nearly every sense, I went to bed more satisfied than I had ever been. After we came to a simultaneous climax, Cal untied me and kissed every mark. Every ache. Every piece of me that felt incomplete without him. He soothed the sting with gentle words and sweet praises. The growling “good girl” he whispered in my ear when he slipped off the headphones nearly made me come again.

The jingling keys broke me out of the daydream. I clobbered down the stairs, one boot on, one boot in my hand. I hadn’t worn the leather pants since our engagement photos, and I couldn’t wait to see Callum choke on his tongue again.

“You ready to—” He looked up from his phone, gray eyes turning midnight black. “Fuck yes, honey. Look at you.”

In a split second, I was pinned against the wall, his foot wedged between mine as he kicked my ankles apart. I had been reaching for my jacket hanging on the coat hook, but Callum grabbed my arm, pinning it to the wall. His other hand skated up the corset clinging to my torso. My boobs—a very average medium—were enhanced by padded cups and boning. Black lace and leather covered the nude lining of the corset, making the outfit seem more risqué than it really was.

Callum’s hand cupped my left breast and squeezed. “You’re going to have every man in the county busting the zippers on their pants.”

With my free hand, I reached between us and squeezed his erection. “You seem to be doing okay.” I tilted my head up and nipped at the edge of his stubbled jaw. “But if it lasts for more than four hours, call a doctor.”

Profanities spilled out under his breath as I grabbed the jacket he had given me and pulled it over the crisscrossing straps that held up the corset. A warm palm skated down my ass and squeezed. “So fucking sexy,” he groaned in my ear. “You all done up like this for me, honey?”

I yanked the elastic off my wrist and pulled my hair back. “All for you, baby.”

“Good,” he said, still standing at my back as he let his hands roam my ass and hips. “Everyone else can look, but they can’t touch.”

“Possessive,” I hummed. “I like it.”

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