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No one has ever fit me this perfectly, been a perfect cast for me.

I can’t stop.

I should, but I can’t. I thrust harder, faster, harder, faster…

Until—

I plunge inside her so deeply that…

That…

I swear to God I lose part of myself.

And that scares me more than anything.

I pull out, though I want to stay snugly inside her forever.

“You okay?” I ask.

“I’m wonderful,” she says dreamily. She turns around, her gray eyes serene and gentle. “Show me more.”

“Did you come?”

“That time? No. I’m not sure I had it in me after…” She blushes again.

My God, that blush.

“After all those… Or maybe it was just one… I’m not sure, Jack. Was it one huge orgasm or a lot of little ones?”

I can’t help my lips curving into a smile. “It’s whatever you want it to be.”

She returns my smile, and I’m lost again. I’ve lost a sliver of myself in her beauty. It’s a sweet beauty, yes. But no longer an innocent beauty. Seems I mistook the two things. Sweet doesn’t necessarily mean innocent.

Still…when I compare Mandy to the women around here at the club. They’re just…

Are they all that different?

I don’t really know any of them outside of the club. That’s always been the point. We don’t exist in each other’s day-to-day world.

This club—what I do here—is such a big part of me. Why shouldn’t it be part of my everyday world? Why shouldn’t I have a partner who shares my whole world?

Easy answer… I’m not cut out for a long-term partner. I eventually lose interest. Always.

And I can’t do that to Mandy.

Besides, I really haven’t shown her much.

I bound her wrists with fur-lined handcuffs, and I gave her a few whacks on the ass with the gentlest flogger.

She doesn’t know what I crave.

She doesn’t know that I would love to tie her up so she’s at my mercy, flog her sweet ass until it’s red as a candy apple.

Train her with an anal plug.

And…

Bind her with leather rope to the head of the bed, blindfold her, keep her quiet with a ball gag, and then…