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I don’t want to take him away from his treat or Robyn’s, by the way that she’s cussing at each sweep of his tongue.

I give a dark chuckle.

Eden lifts his head and meets my eye.

I nod.

He tightens his hold on Robyn’s neck, keeping her in place.

She is forced to meet my eye over Shay’s head, while he in turn sucks on her clit.

Robyn watches, as I rest one hand on the pillory and the other on Shay’s hip.

“I have you, pet.” I rub circles on Shay’s hip. “I always will. You’re not going anywhere. All you need to do is feel as I take you apart.”

Then she watches, as I free my long, hard cock and slip on a condom from my pocket.

I hold myself still just for a moment at Shay’s slick entrance. Then I thrust into him, hard and unrelenting.

Shay’s exclamation is muffled against Robyn’s pussy. He doesn’t stop pleasuring her, despite the punishing pace that I set.

I grit my teeth at how tight and fucking perfect he feels.

His hands clench in the pillory.

He can’t escape me. I won’t let him.

He’s safe with me, and I’ll keep proving it.

Eden is silent, but his eyes are piercing in the deep blue of the playroom. He dominates it beside Robyn with a steady presence that holds us together.

Robyn is going to come.

I can read her like I am inside her body and not only Shay’s.

I meet her gaze, feeling fucking unhinged.

My thrusts become even more brutal.

I am still careful not to add to Shay’s bruises, steadying my weight on the pillory instead.

This is a reclaiming of this playroom.

Our relationship.

My confidence as a dom.

As Robyn screams, coming like the world is ending, I finally allow my hips to stutter and come as well.

Yet my pleasure isn’t like the world ending. To me, it’s as if the world is being reborn.

I am Jude fucking D’Angelo.

Finally, I am remembering who that is.

It is the world who had better fucking watch out.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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