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I throw my head back on a deep chuckle. Jesus, she’s killing me here. I lift my hand and slap her ass. “Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

She pushes back, and the butt plug disappears into her ass, leaving the shiny silver top taunting me with its gleam.

Jesus, that’s hot.

I can’t help but drag it back out slightly to watch the sight of her asshole stretching around the metal before I push it back in.

Hell fucking yes.

I step back and take a deep breath. “Now I want you to strip and swim twenty-two lengths in the pool.” Twenty-two, one for every minute she was in The Basement without me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

IMMIE

I don’t know why it’s so important that I do twenty-two laps just because I was in the club that long, but I take my time, reveling in the way he hisses as my legs open on each breaststroke.

He wants me, and I’m so damn turned on I feel like I’m about to combust in the water.

The sexual tension fills the air with each glide of my hands slicing through the water.

Finally, I reach the twenty-two lengths he insisted on, and when I stop at the edge of the pool, his lust-filled eyes hold mine hostage.

“Climb out of the pool, baby.” He tilts his head toward the steps, and I swim over to them and make a show of stepping out of the pool, where he greets me. I must look a mess: body soaked, panting with need, and let’s not forget the lipstick smeared across my face like war paint.

Normally, he would hold a towel out for me, but this time, he greets me by lifting me against his chest, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. Our mouths clash in a messy, heated kiss full of passion as his hand tangles in my hair to hold me in place.

He guides us to the daybed where he places me down gently, a total contrast to the way his mouth devours mine.

I tug on his shirt, and my fingers move deftly to unbutton him, to feel his muscled chest against the tips of my fingers. I run my hands over his taut muscles, admiring the way they constrict beneath my touch.

He pushes his shirt off his shoulders while removing his slacks in a well-orchestrated move that has him naked in no time.

“I want you inside me,” I moan.

“Where?” His lips collide with mine in a sloppy, wild kiss, where our tongues fight against one another. “Tell me where you want me, Little Nightmare.”

“In my ass. Please, in my ass.” I fall back against the mattress and spread my legs in a strategic move that has his jaw falling lax and his cock twitching. It stands tall, engorged at the head, and the thick vein running up it jerks. When he strokes himself, his balls lift, and I lick my lips.

“It’s going to hurt, baby.” His voice is low, hungry, and I couldn’t give a shit how much it’s going to hurt. I want it.

“I want it.”

He pumps his cock, and pre-cum slides over his fingers. “You want me to fuck your ass, Little Nightmare?”

“Yes.”

“Play with your clit while I stretch your little hole open.”

My fingers glide through my arousal, and when I reach my throbbing clit, I circle it. Once, twice, then Jensen turns the butt plug, and I almost come undone.

He kneels on the mattress between my legs, gripping my thighs to hold me open.

My back arches, and he removes the plug, drops it to the mattress, and replaces it with the head of his thick cock.

I feel the difference instantly—the stretch, the burn. Gripping the pillow above my head, I clench my teeth.