She couldn’t believe what she had consented to. And she kept saying yes. Christ, not just yes, but yes, Sir. She struggled to concentrate, get a grip. She needed to draw on some meditation techniques from her past and settle down. Disassociate. Yes. That would work. She started with her arms. Relax them. Let them lie limp. Aiden said something to Dane, but she couldn’t make out the words. She furtively tried to ignore the wet tongue dragging up her thigh. It’s just a tongue. Ignore it. Relax your neck…shoulders…chest. Deep breaths. In. Out. In. The tongue moved closer to her pussy. She unintentionally clenched those fucking Kegel muscles Dane had mentioned to stave off the effects of that goddamn tongue. God. The metal balls inside her moved, clanked together. When she’d been still, they’d been hardly noticeable. When she clenched, they fucking moved. She forced herself to relax. She needed to come like an addict needed her next crack fix. One thing was for certain—Dane was correct.
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