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way with us, leaving
our entwined bodies limp and slick with sweat.
    Ten minutes, thirty minutes,
two hours pass, with me drifting in and out of sleep. I am still sandwiched
between Garret and Blake, even after they slip their softened cocks from my
battered body, even after their eyelids sink and their breathing slows with
heavy sleep. They never let go of me.
    I finally surrender to sleep,
when I’m sure the men holding me are not a heartbreaking dream that will
disappear with first light. I rouse only slightly as Blake caresses my thigh in
the night, as Garret cuddles me and kisses my forehead. One arm around each of
them, I hold tight. I’m never letting go of them, either.
     
    THE END
     
     
    AN
EXCERPT FROM ERIKA MASTEN’S
    TAKEN:
DOMINATED #1
     
    Ian is so fast, so precise and practiced, that I’m not sure how he
does it. One moment, I’m staring into his eyes. Then I’m twisted around on my
stomach, bent forward over the arm of the couch with his hand on my back
holding me down. I gasp as I feel him pull the hem of my dress up to my waist.
He leans over me, controlling me now with his hand at the nape of my neck, and
pulls my black silk panties aside. I can feel his stiff dick, pressing through
his expensive suit pants, against my ass. A moan bursts out of me without
warning as he sinks two long fingers into my pussy.
    Ian’s hot breath warms my neck and my ear. “Are you this wet from
thinking about him overpowering you, using you?”
    “Ian, let me explain—”
    “Valerie, be quiet and listen to me. If I ask you a question, you
will answer it with a yes or a no. If I tell you to say something, you will say
it. If I tell you to do something, you will do it. If you refuse at any time, I
will turn around and walk out that door.”
    The implication—that he will
walk out and not come back —makes my
chest ache. The tone he is using makes my pussy ache.
    “Do you understand?” he asks.
    “Y-yes,” I choke out.
    “Very good,” Ian says and
rewards me with a deeper thrust of his probing fingers. I whimper and can’t
help pushing back against his hand. “Shh,” he whispers soothingly against my
hair and nuzzles my ear.
    My reaction to Ian is unlike
anything I’ve experienced before. The stern edge to his voice makes my stomach
tight, makes me anxious, desperate to please him. Then his tone softens with
praise, and I melt. His touch, as he holds me still by the back of my neck, is
firm and assured, but not rough. Usually, nothing short of being called a cheap
cunt and getting ass-fucked without lubricant makes me this aroused. Already I
can feel the wetness from my pussy slicking my shaved mound and my thighs. I
bite my lip at the thought of how wet Ian’s hand must be as he fingers me.
    “You are so ready to be
fucked, Red,” he murmurs, his fingers grazing my G-spot, then slipping away,
then teasing it again. My moan sounds more like a sob, and I’m clutching the
throw pillow underneath me in a white-knuckle grip. “So now you’ve got to make
a decision. Your date is going to be here in a few minutes. Yet here you are
bent over for me with my fingers in your pussy and my cock pressed against your
ass. Do you want me to let you up, so you can leave with him? Or do you want to
spend the rest of the night here with me making up for your poor behavior over
dinner?”
    I arch, nudging and rubbing
my ass against the bulge in Ian’s pants. “I want to stay and make it up to
you,” I say in a small voice, unsure and unsteady. In truth, I’m terrified, and
excited, and desperate for his reassurance.
    “You need to be sure about
that, Red. I’m going to push you hard, and you’re going to have to make all
this time I’ve spent waiting for you to grow the hell up worth it to me. Are
you ready for that?”
     
     
    AN
EXCERPT FROM ERIKA MASTEN’S
    A FIRM
HAND: DOMINATED #4
     
    At the private elevator, I jabbed the call button frantically. My
breath came in erratic pants and sighs. I leaned