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was responsible for the thousands of employees who worked under her command. There was relief and pleasure to be found in turning herself entirely into Max’s dominant keeping. Darius had treated her as equal. Max never let her forget that he held the power.
    But now his words betrayed him, revealing the depth of his affection for her.
    You should want what your Master wants. His pleasure is yours. His hunger is yours. His need is yours.
    But Max had inserted himself as her Master. And the need to accept him was nearly overwhelming.
    When she was with him, the restlessness that had plagued her for so long was soothed immeasurably. She wasn’t alone when she was with Max. Aside from Darius, he was the only man to ever make her feel that way. She’d put on needed weight, finding joy in sharing her meals and life with someone who wanted her to be happy. And she was, because he made sure of it. Yes, the single most important aspect of their relationship was satisfying him, but what satisfied Max was pleasuring her.
    Victoria watched him warily as he approached. The dildo, glistening with lube, was aimed straight at the juncture between her legs. Max leaned forward and licked across her lips. “Open up, kitten.”
    Mutinously, she defied him. “Make me.”
    With a slight flick of his hand, magic forced her legs apart. She creamed, softening further, some traitorous part of her heritage relishing the taming, knowing she was about to be pleasured beyond bearing, and she didn’t have to do a damned thing.
    â€œLook how wet you are,” he praised, rubbing the smooth tip up and down her drenched slit. He pressed his mouth against her ear and whispered, “You love a hard cock in you.”
    â€œI love your hard cock in me.” She gasped, her pussy clenching tight in an effort to capture the thick head that teased her opening.
    â€œLet’s play first,” he rumbled, sliding the dildo a scant inch inside her. She tried to grind her hips down onto it, but couldn’t.
    â€œMax!”
    â€œShush, I’ll give it to you.” With deft twists of his wrist, he pumped it softly, working it inside her, his other hand catching the chain between her breasts and tugging gently. A deep ache built within her breasts, spreading through her torso, making her cry out.
    â€œEasy,” he crooned, thrusting gently, finally spearing home with breathtaking expertise.
    Her eyes met his, trying to understand why he took her like this, what it was he wanted from her so she could give it to him. Then she gave up, her eyes drifting closed, her body shuddering with pleasure as he fucked her with long, smooth strokes.
    â€œPlease,” she whispered, her hot cheek pressed to the cool glass.
    â€œPlease what?” His tongue swiped across the pinched tip of a tormented nipple, then his mouth closed around both it and the clamp, sucking in rhythm to the rutting between her thighs.
    â€œI want you.”
    Max released her breast, and quickened his pace. Her hips rocked as much as they were able, her cries desperate, her clit swollen and throbbing for the slight touch that would send her into orgasm. Deep inside, the feel of the wide, flared head stroking along the walls of her pussy made her head thrash from side to side, the only part of her body she was allowed to move.
    He groaned and leaned against her, his skin coated in a fine sheen of sweat. His tongue licked the shell of her ear and then thrust inside.
    â€œDon’t you want me, Max?” she gasped, dying from the need to climax, to move, to have more than a fake cock could ever give her.
    â€œYou drive me insane.” He nuzzled his damp forehead against her cheek.
    â€œIs that a ‘yes’?”
    If it was . . . if he felt the connection she did . . . What she wouldn’t give to find love a second time. Perhaps, in the end, it wouldn’t be with Max, but this was the closest she’d come to that