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Authors: Angel Payne

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She changed her movements as he put a
little more muscle into the taps. She lunged forward instead of
swirling her hips. He began timing the hits farther apart, giving
her time to absorb and process the pain. At the same time, he
listened to her harsh gasps, accepting every blow eagerly. He knew
her endorphin pumps were grinding at full speed now, warming her
skin, racing her heart. Her fast breathing told him she was on her
way to a thick haze of pleasure. Her glistening pussy showed him
she was on fire with sexual need.

He couldn’t resist having a
touch.

Giving her a reassuring
growl, he cupped his fingers between her thighs. Sure enough, the
folds of her labia welcomed him with tight heat. She groaned and
thrust it all harder into his hand. Her desire surged his to
greater heights, driving the strength behind his blows and marking
her flesh with incredible crimson ribbons. His marks. Yes.
Yes
, damn it, she was
his—and he needed to seal that possession by driving himself into
her most forbidden entrance.

With a snarl that sliced the air, he
hurled aside the crop. He saw a shiver take over her from that
alone, and it made him even harder. The process of freeing himself
from the leathers seemed to take forever. After several urgent
yanks, his dick surged out, shimmering with the evidence of just
how ready he was for this, filled with more blood by the second
thanks to the arousal roaring in his balls. It was additional
torment to grab at the stack of foil squares Hudsy had also left,
tear one open with his teeth, and roll it over his thundering
shaft. Then came the lube. Lots and lots of lube.

He grabbed Ava by the thighs and
positioned her in front of him. The dark purple head of his cock
tapped against the clear tip of the anal plug. He worked the plug
inside her once more while adding lube to the contact, working the
slick liquid into her tight channel that way. She winced a little,
though it turned into a full moan when he teased the stiff nub of
her clit again.

“I’m going to pull it out now, baby,”
he said.

“Ok-k-kay.”

“And I’m going to replace the plug
with my cock.”

He heard her swallow hard. “Y-yes,
Sir.”

“You wanted this, Ava. You wanted my
discipline.”

She nodded slowly. “I want to make you
happy, Ethan.”

He gripped the sides of her ass,
widening the opening at their apex. “You already do, sunshine. But
this is a gift I’m not going to forget.”

She didn’t say anything as he eased
the plug from her body.

She let out a high cry as he pressed
his penis in.

“Push out.” He gave it as a
solid command. “Bear down against me, sunshine. We’re almost
there.” The sound of the lube inside her body, the feeling of her
ass clenching around him…it made his senses swim with sheer
ecstasy. “Fuck.
Fuck
, Ava, you feel so good.”

“Mmmm.” It wasn’t a moan
reflecting her own pleasure. Not yet. But when she spoke again,
there were wisps of arousal in her voice that gave him hope.

Mierda
.
It’s—you’re—it’s so much—”

“Yeah.” He didn’t hold back from
letting her hear every rough, hoarse note of his spiraling need.
“It is, isn’t it? I’m everywhere, aren’t I? Conquering you, filling
you, stretching you…making you wetter, hotter.” Damn. His balls
tucked in against her ass cheeks. He was in to the hilt and it felt
so fucking good.

“Ethan…oh God…”

“Let me fill you, Ava. Let me fuck you
deep like this.”

“Y-yes. Ahhhh!”

“It’s setting you on fire, isn’t it? I
can feel it in your clit, Ava. You’re ready to explode, just like
me. And I want you to. Holy fuck, do I want you to.”

“Ay dios
mio
,” she uttered. “Oh my God!”

He pressed against her, raking his
teeth against her shoulder, reveling in the lusty appeal he now
heard in her voice. “What is it, baby? What do you
need?”

“H-harder.” Her response barely
carried volume because of her passion. “Fuck my ass harder. Faster.
Claim me. Fill me. Hurt me. Heal me. P-please…”

“Yes.” His mind reeled into
a world where fulfillment and feeling merged, where his soul was
shifted…and his spirit was finally unleashed. “Yes, baby.
Yes
.”

A strangled huff left him as the
comprehension blasted, hot and huge and magnificent. He shoved the
hair from her neck and bit the back of it as he kept possessing her
ass with his cock and her pussy with his fingers. The world wasn’t
just her anymore. The universe was. He was living the miracle he
never thought he’d find. The exposed, perfect passion. The open,
brutal openness. The connection he’d sought from BDSM, yet had
given up on discovering.

Ava’s exclamation vibrated through
them both. “I need to come, Ethan. Please…please!”

He smacked his body hard against hers,
plunging into her with all the force his thighs would give. “Give
it to me, sunshine. Give it all to me!”

Her scream filled the room as her body
jerked and rocked. The walls of her ass fisted him tighter,
doubling the friction of every pump he got in, until the switch
finally got thrown and his balls ignited. He climaxed like a
goddamn fireworks show, his senses flying, his body consumed in
color and fire and heat. He wanted it to go on forever and thank
fuck his load was a big one because Ava stiffened again, convulsing
through another orgasm that rocked her so hard, she began sobbing
before it was done.

“Baby.” He rasped it into her ear,
infusing it with every ounce of reverence and gratitude that warmed
him.

“I’m okay,” she squeaked.

“I know.”

After a few minutes of holding her, he
made short work of pulling his cock out of her body and her wrists
out of the cuffs. “Don’t move,” he instructed, getting up to
dispose of the condom and grab a blanket out of a nearby warmer.
Hudsy really did run a class act here.

When he returned to the bed and
wrapped the covering around Ava, he was careful yet cautious about
his moves, partly due to resisting the urge to haul her back close.
He’d just dominated her to the point of inducing tears. From
experience, he knew that prompted some subs to withdraw into their
own space for recovery. Others just wanted a hand to hold or
someone nearby with a bottle of water. He couldn’t read anything
into Ava’s bent head and curled posture, and he sure as hell wasn’t
going to start striking assumptions.

“Sunshine? Can I get you
anyth—”

She drove the air from his lungs as
she turned and lunged into his lap. “This,” she whispered,
burrowing closer as he folded his arms around her. “You can get me
this.”

Ethan rolled to his back, bringing her
along with him. As the scent of their passion clung to the air and
her heartbeat bumped against his, he murmured with total
satisfaction, “Anytime you need it, baby. Anytime at
all.”

 

* * * * *

 

When he looked at his watch again, he
grumbled in irritation. Until he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and
looked again. “Holy shit!”

“Hmmm?” Ava stirred and snuggled
against his chest again. “What? No. Come here. You’re
warm.”

“Sunshine, we fell asleep.”

“I know,” she mumbled. “Want
more.”

He smiled and kissed her forehead.
“’Fraid not. It’s five a.m. I’d better get you dressed and out of
here. Your life is about to jump into warp speed.”

Especially because her show might be
losing its producer any minute.

Fuck, he hoped that wasn’t the case.
They’d chased down batshit intel before, and from the looks of
things, they were either onto something huge here with Lor, or
something they could condense, contain and hand over to the DEA for
proper follow-up.

Either way, he was now hung
balls-out over a barrel about it. Did he follow the damn rules and
continue to keep Ava in the dark about their subterfuge involving
Lor? Though she’d be insulated from the danger of that track, how
would she react when he got back to the studio and renewed the
kissy-la-la act with Bella, if
she bought
it at all after what they’d just shared? At that point, she’d
likely confront him for a confession, anyway. The woman was as
smart as she was beautiful. It was why she made such a mesmerizing
submissive—and the hardest lover he’d ever be recovering from, come
a week’s time.

There were more important things to
think about right now.

Choice number one in that
category hinged on how she rubbed the sleek ribbon of her leg
against the inside of his.
Hell
. If she slid any higher, she’d
be teasing his balls with that silken skin, and would find herself
thoroughly fucked as a wake-up call. Choice number two was how she
tucked herself tighter into the crook of his shoulder and explored
the breadth of his chest with her fingertips. Her touch, soothing
and soft, had turned into the gift she’d given him all night, a
treat he hadn’t enjoyed in a very long time. Complete
peace.

“Mmmm.” She issued it as a wistful
whine of protest as she began a tracing a figure eight with her
pointer finger. “You’re probably right. Bella’s likely wondering
where you were all night.”

He clamped back a chuckle. Her
not-so-subtle fishing expedition was pretty cute. He couldn’t
resist lifting her face, then kissing her until they both gasped
for breath. At last he drawled, “She’s not going to wonder
shit.”

“Oh?”

“For the record, I’m not fucking
Bella, either.”

“Oh.”

She went to reinsert her head against
his shoulder but he fastened a hand back on her head and forced her
gaze back up. “You really sound surprised at that.”

She flung a little frown. “Shouldn’t I
be? The two of you have been a walking tribute to moony and cuddly
for the last five days.”

Her sarcasm, a thin excuse for her
hurt, knotted his gut. It sealed the deal on the words he
deliberately chose next. “Yeah. Remember me when the Oscar ballots
roll around.”

She sat up a little. “Huh?”

Shutting out the tempting sight of her
cleavage, he took a deep breath before moving on. “The Romeo act
with Bella has been just that. An act.”

“Huh
?”

He fingered away some of her hair from
her face so he could gaze deeper into her eyes. “Rhett, Rebel and I
aren’t really on the set as consultants. We’re working. On a
mission. We’re chasing a very credible lead in partnership with the
CIA and the FBI. It links communication from a major crime cartel
to an end source here in LA.”

Ava blinked, taking in his words
carefully. “Somebody in our crew?”

“You could say that.” When she raised
her face in silent query, he pulled in another measured breath.
“Enzo Lemare.”

She skittered backward
while clutching the blanket around herself, reacting to the
informational landmine he’d just detonated. “What the hell?” Her
exclamation hung in the air for a long minute. Her shoulders rose
and fell as her body struggled to keep up with her brain. “What
the
hell
,
Ethan?”

“I know it’s a shock.”

“Tu
piensas
?
You
think?”

He scooted up to lean against the
headboard. He hadn’t pictured ever having to have this exchange
with her but if he had, being buck naked on a bondage bed wouldn’t
have been his first choice for settings. Maybe the fresh
positioning would help. “What I’m about to tell you is classified.
It goes nowhere outside this room, right?” After she gave him a
solemn nod, he went on, “His real name is Ephraim Lor, and he spent
the better part of his life with radical extremists. When I was
texted away from your place by Franzen last week, it was to attend
a briefing where we found out that an encrypted communication out
of Mexico made its way into the country, with Lor as its likely
recipient.”

Her eyes darkened. “What did it
say?”

“We didn’t know for several
days. The intel was parked on a laptop, with a USB key needed to
unlock it. We banked on the assumption that Enzo had that stick,
which was why they inserted Rhett, Rebel and me into things at
the
Dress Blues
set.”

At that, she actually smiled. “They
told you to get closer to Bella, in hopes that you’d get closer to
Enzo.” Relief visibly flooded her face as doors of understanding
clearly began to open. But a second later, her features darkened
again. “So did you find it? The memory stick?”

“Late on Friday.” He tossed a lopsided
grin. “Remember the ‘accountant’ who came by the photo shoot at the
Huntington?”

“The one who screamed ‘bee’
and stopped my pulse for a full minute?” she snapped.


, I remember
her well. How could I—” Her eyes and mouth went wide.

Caramba
. That was
an act? She was there to grab the stick? She’s one of
you?”

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