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“Fuck. I need to get rid of these too.” His fingers tangle in the waistband of my panties, and for a second, I wonder if he’s going to rip them off me. Instead, he drags them down my legs, his smile smug as my fingers curl, but I keep my hands above my head the way I promised. “I just fucked you, baby. Do you need me again?”

“That was hours ago,” I whine. “Arran.”

I lift my feet instinctively to help him pull the material down my legs, and he pockets my panties as soon as they’re free. I can see the outline of his cock straining in his pants, and my chest begins to rise and fall faster as I anticipate getting fucked by him. Is it possible to be addicted to orgasms?

“I need to taste your pussy first,” he murmurs. “You’re not going to need your skirt anymore for this. Let’s put that away.” Arran pulls off his jacket and lays it on the ground before he divests me of my skirt and drops it on top of that. He then arranges my feet the way he wants them before he bares my cunt so I can enjoy the attention of his tongue. He sucks, licks, and even smiles when I squeal at the scrape of his teeth against my clit. “We have so much to explore, baby. I can’t get over how good you fucking taste. No one can hear you. Scream for me.”

He eats me out until my legs are shaking and his beard is soaked with my juices, continuing until I’ve come several times.

“I’ll never get tired of feeling your cunt clench around my fingers as you lose yourself,” he groans, pulling them from my pussy as I hiss. Arran licks my cum off his fingers and hand as it drips from it, while I struggle to get my brain to work again. “Nope. Don’t think. We’re going to try an exercise in keeping you present in pleasure, not in bullshit.”

“You made that up,” I mumble.

“Yep. Isn’t it great?” he asks, gently lifting my body and turning me until I’m on my stomach. Arran’s hand presses on my naked butt until I’m balancing on my toes, my head on my makeshift pillow. His fingers open my ass cheeks to expose my pussy to him, and he just…stares.

I whimper as it continues, struggling not to shift my feet. Since I’m half laying down, I don’t feel dizzy at all. He’s figured out how to keep me comfortable, while still off balanced.

The first slap to my pussy pulls a yelp from my lips as my hips jerk forward in surprise. The area throbs as blood rushes to the tissues and I make an uncertain sound as his hand holds my ass cheeks in place and open. He sucks on his thumb and pushes his way into my puckered hole, and my eyes roll back as he gains entrance.

“Oooh,” I moan.

“Your pussy is so puffy and pretty,” he whispers in reverence. “I want to spank it again. Are you good with that?”

“Yes,” I pant.

He pumps his thumb in and out of my asshole slowly as I moan, and he hums appreciatively.

“I want to fuck this one day, but we’re going to have to start with a plug, Noor.”

I’ve been working from survival mode for the past few hours. A part of me waited for Alastair to demand things from me. Court dates, time with his son, or even a goddamned introduction. He didn’t want any of that, and now I can just bask in how nice it is to hear my name coming from Arran’s lips.

“Okay,” I say, wiggling my ass to get him to give me more. The punishment is swift as he pulls his thumb out of my ass and he slaps my pussy three times in succession. Tears leak from my eyes at the pain but I also cry out as I feel arousal pushing out of my puffy lower lips.

“Fuck, baby. You like that, don’t you?” he croons, licking up my pussy as if he can’t hold back. “Fuck. I just want to make you feel good. I wish you could see how pretty you look. Your cunt is so pink, and you’re dripping down your thighs, begging for my cock.”

“Do birthday girls get fucked?” I whine, breathing hard.

“They do. First… Birthday girls get spanked. You’re twenty-five, huh?”

“Oh fuck,” I whimper. Arran massages my ass cheeks, continuing down to my thighs. It doesn’t bother me when he touches my scars now, as he does it often. He kisses, rubs his beard over them, and has desensitized me so I can enjoy it.

“Twenty-five is too many,” he chuckles. “I want to watch your ass bounce for me. Here is your fair warning that you may be sore tomorrow.”

“I won’t be getting the looks, you will,” I giggle. “My family will not ask me sex questions in front of my son. I’ll make sure he’s with me at all times at breakfast. Prepare to be asked awkward questions about why I can’t sit properly.”

Crack. “Fuck!” I scream. Arran has big fucking hands, and he doesn’t pull back when he spanks. Breathing is hard as I groan, burying my face in the leather. He soothes away the pain as he rubs it and I whimper because that was fucking spicy.

Despite that, my pussy pulses as if trying to spell out a message in Morse code.

“Again,” I beg, finding myself reveling in the pain in a way I haven’t in years. Except, I know I’m safe. Every nerve ending in my body is alive and buzzing, needing to see how far Arran can push my body.

Arran’s fingers move through the evidence of my dripping cunt, before he takes a deep breath and spanks my opposite cheek.

“Ahh,” I cry out, unable to press my legs together for any kind of relief as my clit throbs and Arran taps my feet apart to force them open. His free hand massages my back as I lay there. My skin feels cool and warm at different places, and his hand on my thigh moves in small circles below the heated warmth where I was spanked.

“I keep trying to figure out what you get the woman who has everything,” he says, almost talking to himself as he touches me. I can feel myself sinking into a place where bad things can’t touch me, but I can still hear his words.

“I don’t need things,” I sigh contentedly, focused on him, even as my eyes slide shut.