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clit. It reached out as what she imagined to be shimmering vines that grew as fast as weeds, seeking out her pleasure spots. Her channel spasmed, clutching his cock so she had to work harder to move him in and out. She rose quickly then slammed down forcefully, repeating the action again, again, again until her cunt grew wetter. She flung her head back and delighted in the slide of him, slippery from her juices.
    John tweaked her nipples, giving them short, sharp yanks towards him. She pushed her chest into his hands, then eased backwards, gazing down to look at how her buds distended and the lower swell of her breasts lifted. She grunted at the same time as John, pushing herself closer to the ultimate climax, wanting him to come at the same time.
    “That’s it, pet,” he ground out.
    She raised her head and stared at him, pumping up and down, sweat breaking out on her forehead. She went for it, a frantic fuck, bliss growing in intensity until she held her breath, awaiting to crest the peak. She reached it swiftly, tightened her grip on his hair and shoulder and let out an animalistic moan. She sounded primal, feral, and John groaned in response, jerking at her nipples, the heels of his hands resting on the lower half of her breasts.
    “I’m coming,” he said, still staring at her. “Fuck, Christ, I’m coming…”
    She upped her pace, canting her hips slightly and moving forward a touch so his skin abraded her clit. She gyrated on his patch of hairs each time she drew his full length inside, grinding, then rocked in quick-fire moves. He let go of one hard bud, smoothing his hand down her side to cup her tender arse cheek. His palm on her skin awoke the semi-slumbering pain, and that was all she needed to send her crashing over. She cried out, long and lusty, every nerve ending on fire. Darts of pleasure rippled from her cunt, a constant throb-and-thrum of ecstasy. Her body juddered, creating more rasping on her clit, and a gabble of nonsensical words poured out of her mouth.
    “Come, pet, come. That’s…ah…it. Come…” John said.
    She went to respond but John slapped her arse—hard—stunning her into silence. She shut her eyes. His hot cum heated her channel, seeping down as she rose up. Shara tried to soak up every feeling at once—cock in cunt, hand on arse, finger and thumb on her nipple, John’s hot, heavy breaths on her chest, her neck, her ear—but couldn’t bring them all together. They were fractions that made her orgasm whole, and as much as she tried to gather them together they remained apart, each sensation eddying in their various locations, driving her insane.
    “I can’t… Sir, I can’t… Too much…”
    “I’ve got you, pet,” he panted. “I’ve always got you.”
    John held her waist, moving her up and down so she could relax against him as he shot the last of his cum, a series of judders overtaking him. She took the opportunity to come down from the euphoria slowly, feeling her self sinking back into her body, returning from that special place John always took her to.
    He stilled her, and she nestled her face into the crook of his neck, her breaths hot and ragged. Her chest felt sore, as though she needed to take a deep breath, but only able to manage shallow inhalations, she waited for stability to return.
    “Are you all right, pet?” he asked, voice hoarse.
    “I said it,” she whispered. “I said it.”
    “You did.” He stroked her hair, her back, her arse. “And now you fully belong to me.”

    * * * *

    A little later, Shara lightly kissed John’s cheek, then climbed from the playroom bed, leaving him dozing. She walked into the living room, taking the phone handset from its base as she walked past, then went into their bedroom to make a call.
    The man on the other end was surprised to hear from her, but nevertheless she reminded him of his promise to her not so long ago. He had quite forgotten, he said. Sorry, I’ll fix things right away, he said.
    She responded