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of everything yet to come.
    “Off,” he demands, moving me even as I shift my weight to comply. He stands, too, then roughly pushes me forward so that my feet are on the ground and the front of my shins are brushing the couch. He bends me forward at the waist, then tells me to hold on to the back of the sofa.
    I do, then feel the first smack of his palm against the circle of my ass that’s exposed by the cutaway panties. “Tell me you like that,” he says after another smack, followed by the soft rubbing of his palm on my tender skin.
    “You know I do. Harder, Damien. Please.”
    He knows I sometimes need the pain. But what I crave tonight isn’t because of need. This is desire. I want to feel the heat between us. I want him to take me. To claim and use me. I want it rough and wild, because I’ve missed this man, and I need to experience everything right now. I need to explode. I need to
feel
every single thing that he can make me feel. I’m greedy—so damn greedy. I want it right now, I want it all
.
    Damien understands that, because Damien understands me, and this time when he spanks me with one hand, he thrusts two fingers inside me with the other. He doesn’t soothe between spanks, and I close my eyes as he finger-fucks me, the rhythmic thrusts alternating with the smack of his palm against my ass. “You’re so damn sexy,” he says. “Your skin is so pink. So sensitive. Tell me, Nikki. Tell me what you want.”
    “You.” The word is a plea. “All of you.”
    I hear him fumbling for something, and for a second I think he’s undressing. Then I realize that he was just getting something out of his pocket. I turn my head, and see that it’s a small pocketknife. For a moment I’m confused. Then he reaches up, and in one quick motion slices through the laces at the back of my corset. It falls to the couch, leaving me fully naked except for the panties and nipple jewelry.
    My body thrums from the sudden release of pressure, and even as that warmth is washing over me, he slides his hand from my cunt to my ass, teasing me. Lubing me. And when I feel the head of his cock there, I take slow breaths, trying to relax even as I bite my lower lip in anticipation of the sweet sting that I know is coming.
    This is what I want. Rough. Wild. Raw. And I suck in air as he enters me, then thrust my hips back to meet him as he slowly fills me, fucking me slowly at first to get me ready, then hard and deep as passion builds. He’s still fully clothed, and I look like a plaything, and the thought turns me on even more, making me wetter and wilder. “Harder,” I demand.
    “Oh, baby.” His voice is raw and I know he’s on the edge, but he reaches around and takes the chain, holding on to it as he thrusts deeper, so that there is an invisible connection from my breasts to my clit to my cunt to my ass.
    My whole body is on fire, and when he orders me to touch myself, I’m so damn grateful. My clit is swollen and so wet, and as he fills me, I finger myself. The growing pleasure sparks through me, making my muscles contract around him, my body tighten. Making everything wilder and deeper and hotter and sweeter.
    And I’m so close—so incredibly close—and I can tell that he is as well. And when he tugs on the chain—when he orders me to “come with me, baby, come with me now”—it’s as if everything inside me goes supernova and I explode into a billion pieces, and the only thing that saves me from flying off into space and getting lost forever is the feel of Damien’s arms around me. Tight and warm and safe and so full of love.
    We are both breathing hard when he goes to the bathroom and returns with a damp washcloth and a towel with which to clean us up. I have to smile at him, still in his suit, his tie still knotted, his waistcoat still buttoned. “So very corporate, Mr. Stark.” I ease up and press my body hard against him. I’ve taken off the nipple clamps, and my sensitive breasts tingle from the friction