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weight disappearing. Opening her eyes, Kate watched him shove the shorts down to free his cock. He was a big guy. It was a big erection and her pussy clenched at the sight of the heavy weight, the tip glistening. He opened the drawer, pulled out a condom and sheathed himself. Watching Doyle kneel between her bent legs was one of those dreams she had always believed impossible. Just another dream to turn to dust, but there he was.
    His hand stroked up from her tattoo, over her stomach and between her breasts until he cupped her chin in his large hand. Against her swollen folds she felt the firm head of his cock settle into place.
    “One more scream.” He simultaneously pinched her clit and pressed down on the knots. She screamed, convulsing as he made it last. Made the pain tingle and burn, made the pleasure hurt. Her eyes snapped open as he thrust hard into her, filling her to the point of tiny hurts. “There you are,” he murmured and began to move.
    She gasped every time he pushed into her. Her legs wrapped around his hips and he gripped her ass, lifting her to his thrusts. Oh, holy fucking…
    “Doyle.”
    “Hold it in.”
    She cried out, arching as she fought what was building. The feel of him moving inside her was unlike anything she had ever felt. The press of his chest against hers, the movement of his hips against her thighs, the hot pants of air on her face every time he slid into her. She felt his hand between hers, gripping the chain while his fingers dug deep into her ass as he brought her into those hard thrusts.
    “Pain or no pain when you come?”
    She shook her head. She wanted to feel all of this. “No pain. No.” She gasped, arching as a low sound came from him his hips pumping harder into her. The rhythm of him hammering into her, the almost needy growl and her eyes snapped open as she twisted as something cold and unwelcome hit her.
    “Whoa. Fuck.”
    Immediately he slid out of her and the handcuffs were gone. Her hand fisted as her body jerked and she was yanked off the bed so fast her head was spinning. Cool air hit her face as her stomach twisted and seconds away from a mind blowing orgasm, she was throwing up all over Doyle Kole’s penthouse balcony.
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    Kate – 2002
    The bedroom was massive. Kate Jace Jennings stood in the doorway and felt very small and inferior. There was a bed that looked like it was as big as Mom’s room had been. How was she going to get into it? Gripping her bag of meager possessions, she gazed at the white walls, the open balcony doors. There was a pretty white dresser that matched the bed frame and a cozy looking armchair.
    This wasn’t a room for an eleven year old. It was a room one would find in a fancy hotel. While holding her bag against her chest, she began to rub the frayed knot on her wrist, back and forth, back and forth, as she turned to find a huge closet. She had one pink nightgown, one pair of jeans, three T-shirts, a week’s worth of pretty underwear that had come in a pack at the store, and that was it.  
    Her bed would fit in the closet.
    The woman, the housekeeper, who had brought her upstairs smoothed her hands over the shiny and soft cover on the bed, fluffed a pillow, then looked at Kate, who clearly didn’t belong here. “You also have your own bathroom. Right through here.”
    Kate followed her into a large bathroom and her stomach started to hurt at the sheer vastness of the room. Her reflection in the mirror said she was not in her world. This is not my world.
    “You do look like Mr. Jennings,” she said and Kate wished she remembered her name. “It will take some getting used to. Let’s put your things away and I’ll give you a tour of the house.”
    “Is he here?”
    She gave Kate a sad look and that tight feeling in Kate’s stomach spread into an ache in her chest. He wasn’t here. She tightened her grip on the bag and looked around at this room that was nothing like she had imagined it would be.
    In her dreams, her