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He stripped then took out a condom from the box she’d placed on top of her nightstand.

“I’m ready for you, Sir.”

He fingered her labia and found her wet. “You are.”

“The very thought of you fucking me arouses me, Sir.”

“With the plug, this will be tight,” he warned.

“The way I want it, Sir.”

Reverently he parted her buttocks, leaving her off-balance, depending on him to keep her stable. Then he clamped her hips to keep her secure.

Even with her heels, he had to bend his knees to enter her pussy.

The sharpness of her scent, the wetness of her pussy and the tightness because of the plug stuffed up her ass were a near-lethal combination, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from spilling prematurely.

“I want all of you, Sir.”

Goaded by her honesty, he took her with a single thrust.

She screamed, and he caught her weight as she pitched forward.

“I’ve needed this,” she said, her voice hardly audible.

“Me too,” he responded. He fucked her hard, then pulled out before he ejaculated.

“Sir?”

He helped her to stand and look at him. “I want to finish this differently.” Niles placed her on the bed, then entered her with slow strokes, watching her expression.

She kept her eyes open, meeting his gaze. Even if she hadn’t told him she loved him, he’d have known by looking in the crystalline depths.

Brandy wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Who am I?”

“My Master,” she answered. “My love. My husband-to-be.”

All three sounded exactly right. Perfect.

He fucked her hard, claiming her. He made sure she came, crying out his name.

Then he sought his own release, sealing their mutual promise. “Mine,” he said.

“Yours,” she agreed, cradling his face. “Yours, Sir. Now. Always. Yours.”