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manacled them again, this time affixing them close together low in the middle of the wrought iron headboard. He wanted her to be able to rest her head on her arms for what was coming.
    Jacob moved close to Elira, clasped her hips in strong hands, and rubbed the broad head of his cock over the heat of the spanked buttocks. The labia were swollen, the moisture dripping from her sex, the curls of her pubis matted with her juices. He was surprised to see this, as he’d only ever seen one other woman react so strongly, so viscerally, to being spanked. His wife.
    The scent of her sex hit him again, stoking his lust yet higher, and he positioned himself at her entrance, the wetness clutching, pulling at him.
    “Yes,” she breathed, her hips moving, beckoning.
    He entered her with a single, long plunge, seating himself fully as she gasped. He slapped the curve of her ass as he pulled back only to rush forward once more. Then he took up a steady, forceful thrusting, taking his time for it was his to take. He wound one hand in her hair, pulling her head back sharply so that he could nibble on her earlobe, his thrusts increasing.
    “Oh Jacob,” she said, voice strained, the lust drowning her.
    “Shh Elira. No talking, just feel. Feel me.” He delivered a heavy smack to her ass, and she yelped.
    His hands wandered over her body as he pounded into her, her body jerking as his hips slapped against her soft buttocks. A hard nipple pinched, rough fingertips circling her clit. He made her suck her juices from his fingers once more, the metronome of his thrusts never ending.
    He stopped once or twice, both to keep from going over, and to enjoy the clench of her pussy, the rolling, pleading movement of her hips against his.
    “We go together Elira. Don’t go until I say.” His voice was harsh, his control a hair’s breadth from breaking.
    “Please,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
    He rocked into her with increasing speed, his roughness with her escalating. His fingers were back at her clit, pinning her between the clever tips and the pounding of his cock. With a groan he plunged into her, thighs close against hers, dragging a cry from her.
    “Now, come for me,” he growled through clenched teeth. He knew no more for a few moments, the overwhelming pleasure blocking all else out as he emptied into her. She screamed then as her orgasm took her, the clutch of her pussy an incredible, blissful delight as her spasms clamped over and over. He could feel their combined juices running between their bodies, to drip off of his testicles. The smell of sex filling the room made him want to keep going, make this last longer, forever.
    But he was exhausted, and not just physically. His animal instincts had taken over, yes. They’d allowed him to be, to live. Not think. But now his thoughts flooded back to him, the shame of what he’d done.
    He untied Elira’s hands as he planted tender kisses on the crown of each scorched buttock, the bumps of her spine.
    You bastard. You lied to her.
    “No,” Elira said turning to him as soon as her hands were freed. “No more Jacob.”
    “I-”
    She knocked him onto his back, her movement ridiculously quick, the strength behind the blow immense.
    His head swam as he lay on his back, gasping, the wind knocked out of him. The strange woman crawled up his body, the soft weight of her breasts dragging against his heated, sweaty chest.
    The defiance in her gaze was back… and something else.
    “Now it’s my turn Jacob. This was the arrangement.” Her voice was feminine still, but the force of it vibrated in his chest, like a blown speaker.
    He tried to speak, but he had no breath in his lungs. He felt as if a car, a mountain, lay atop him, pinning him to that bed. He was helpless.
    She crouched over him, and he could see she’d changed.
    Oh fuck.
    Her eyes no longer shone any whites at all; they were purest jet black.
    The color of her skin had gone the mottled gray of concrete on a cold winter