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That focus, that attention to him, was what he needed. What he craved. Especially because it was her.

“Does that hurt, Freddy?” Her voice was a soothing croon, as if she was asking him if it felt good instead of the other way around.

“Yes, Mistress. Fuck.” She’d pressed a hard finger right into his perineum. Freddy writhed again, caught somewhere between heaven and hell, where pain melded with pleasure until he couldn’t tell which was which.

“You’re going to take the pain for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” His back arched as her finger relented, rubbed, then pressed in hard again, rocking against his body while she tormented his delicate sack. Rolling his balls between her fingers, she squeezed hard, closing her fist and crushing them just enough to make him pant for breath as hot pain wound through his throbbing arousal.

“Such a good boy.”

She squeezed again, another pulse of pain amid the pleasure of her praise. Freddy gasped for breath as she neared his breaking point. Releasing him, her finger moved away from the delicate area between his balls and his anus, her grip releasing the tight squeeze on his balls… then she straddled him.

Fuck, yes please.

Thighs braced on either side of his body, her breasts hung in front of her as she positioned herself over his cock. Her wet heat touching the tip, she sighed with pleasure as she pressed down, her body opening for his rock-hard dick. They both moaned as she lowered herself onto him, his hips thrusting upward of their own accord to impale her.

Bound as he was, there was nothing he could do as she took her time with him. She was riding him for her pleasure, lifting herself up, sliding back down his shaft, grinding her pussy against his body with abandon. Her soft moans and sighs of pleasure rippled through him as he grit his teeth against his own impulses, letting her take him as she pleased. Giving her everything she wanted. Trying to make it last.

Her hands moved up his body, reaching his nipples and pinching them. Freddy arched beneath her with a cry, his hips jerking upward, cock thrusting into her.

“Oh, yes…” She breathed out the words, pinching his tender nipples again, making him writhe for her. “Harder, Freddy. I want you to come for me.”

That was all the permission he needed. Freddy surged beneath her, his hands gripping the chains binding the restraints around his wrists, making the headboard creak as he moved beneath her. She rode him, and he thrust upward, meeting her body every time she fell atop him.

Her breasts bounced and swayed with the motion as they moved together, their moans and panting breaths joining in a hot symphony. He could feel her getting closer, and despite her command, he was determined to wait until she had found her bliss again before reaching his own climax.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long.

Mistress Camille shuddered, coming down hard and rubbing her pussy against him, eyes half-lidded as her muscles clenched around him. Freddy thrust again, though he didn’t have much room to move, then groaned as she cried out, her movements becoming jerkier as her pleasure took over.

His tortured balls tightened, tingling. He cried out her name, his cock pulsing with every spurt of pleasure that emptied into the condom. The sheer ecstatic bliss left him trembling and limp beneath her.

Leaning forward, she pressed her face into the curve of his neck, snuggling with his bound body, her soft breasts flattened against his chest, and made a happy humming noise. Smile curving his lips, Freddy rested his cheek against her forehead, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment.

She’d ridden him to completion and was now using him like a teddy bear, though his cock was still embedded inside her and slowly softening.

It was a perfect moment. He wished it could last forever.

Chapter Fourteen

Freddy

Maybe it was a little weird to come in on the weekend and do more work at his second place of work, but sometimes, Freddy needed to get out of his apartment and be around people. Not necessarily interact with them but just be around them. It didn’t hurt that free food was provided, along with drinks when he was done if he so desired.

That made the bar at Marquis one of his favorite places to be on a Saturday morning. Sunday was usually too busy, but Saturdays had a nice busy hum of activity without becoming frenetic.

Today, it felt especially nice because it made him feel closer to Mistress Camille. As much as he would have liked to have slept over with her, they’d reluctantly parted ways and gone home after their scene.

Logically, he knew it was better that way.

Emotionally, he didn’t give a fuck. He had wanted to spend the night cuddled up next to her again.

Which was probably why he was so focused on the Alexander case this morning, going through the prenup with a fine-toothed comb again. He wanted to make sure he didn’t bend on anything Brittany really needed just to get things over with faster. The fact he would be working with her wishes to get things moving along made him feel less guilty, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t let her give away the farm just so he and Camille were no longer adversaries.

“Want another coke?” Shane, one of Marquis’ main bartenders, sidled up to Freddy on the other side of the bar. Of medium height with broad shoulders, he had a salt-and-pepper beard, but since he shaved his head, no one knew whether his hair would match. Freddy was pretty sure the man and his wife were both in the scene, though they weren’t members of either Stronghold or Marquis.

Some people preferred to keep things private, which was fine. Freddy just got total Dom vibes from him. Some of the subs treated him almost as a Daddy figure.