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orgasm.
    “God
bless
it, girl,” he muttered tensely, incredulous at her responsiveness.
    He thrust, pushing his cockhead into her ass. She made a squeaking sound, but he rubbed her clit harder. She cried out sharply, her orgasm spiking. He felt her tremors with the tip of his cock. “Christ, you’re hot,” he groaned, grimacing as he nursed her through her climax. Finally, he couldn’t take the torture anymore. “I’m sorry, honey.” He gripped her ass in both hands, his thumbs prying back the cheeks slightly. He flexed his hips, sliding his cock into her clamping heat another few inches. “I
have
to do this now.”
    He saw the fine trembling of her back and heard her sharp cries. He sunk further into the heaven of her, compelled.
    As always.
    * * *
    Harper felt like she’d overloaded. She’d been intensely aroused by having the spreader placed between her ankles and then having her wrists cuffed to the bar. Her excitement confused her, as well. Why would she like being bent over and restrained in such a fashion? Jacob had said it was up to them, and them alone, to decide what they wanted sexually and what was sick or shameful. But then he’d said what really made her understand her excitement:
I told you this was for me, Harper
.
    She loved the idea of being utterly possessed by him, but she
craved
the knowledge that this powerful, in-control man would lose himself for a blissful moment of time, finding pleasure and release in her body. She wanted to give him that. If she had her way, she’d sacrifice even more of herself.
    She clenched her teeth together as he firmly began to saw his cock in and out of her ass. There had been pain at first, when he’d squeezed that succulent cockhead into her, but her orgasm had distracted her. Now there was only intense pressure and a growing sense of wonder. There must be more nerves in her ass than she’d ever realized before. She felt his cock in her body more keenly than she ever had. He was rigid and swollen, the surface tension of the shaft both intimidating and arousing.
    He held her ass tightly and sunk into her deeper. “Oh, yeah. God, you feel good.” She heard it in his groan, his sharp excitement. His splintering control. And suddenly, something clicked for her, and she understood him better than she ever had before.
    “Fuck me, Jacob. Please.”
    A primal growl rattled his throat, and then he was thrusting.
    What followed was both savage and soulful. She gave more of herself than she ever had before, offering it all up. Because somehow, she got what he meant when he said that he needed it this way. Required it. He was like a starved man who needed to drown in decadence in order to assure himself that he
could
. Incredibly, he seemed to sense her total surrender to the moment.
    “That’s right, just take it. Take me, Harper,” he rasped before he drove into her to the hilt, and she gasped loudly.
    There was nothing she could do. In the position he’d placed her in, all she could do was feel. Absorb him. After several moments of straining caution, he began to thrust even harder, the sound of their bodies smacking together and his grunts of pleasure raining down on her. His hold on her ass tightened to counterbalance the strength of his strokes into her. She trusted completely that he’d keep her steady. Safe. She imagined him behind her, losing himself to an orgy of pleasure. Was he watching himself fuck her in the mirror, his face rigid, his eyes burning with excitement? It aroused her intensely, as did—strangely—the knowledge that there wouldn’t be any release for her in those tense, erotic moments. The spreader bar prohibited her from getting much pressure on her sex, although the indirect friction was mind-blowing.
    After several taut moments of rattling her world, she felt his cock swell in her and his thrusts grew faster, his pelvis popping against her ass in a harsh staccato beat. She gritted her teeth. He wasn’t hurting her, but the