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<\/a><\/div>\nTallulah Applewhite is an American widow abroad, finding all the pleasures Europe has to offer. She gets more than she bargained for when she ventures into the The Two Aces and meets the man known as the Ace of Hearts. Their sexual encounters push her to the very limits of desire, and together they find just what her unhappy marriage was missing.<\/span>
Horace Sterling has never wanted anything that he couldn\u2019t have, but he\u2019s surprised at how much he wants this fresh Georgia Peach. Uninhibited and alluring, she enflames his passion like no other. The only thing more scandalous than taking up with a widow who should be in mourning would be taking up with a married woman\u2014and both he and Tallulah are in for the shock of their lives\u2026<\/span><\/i><\/div>\n
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The walk to the club and the ride in the elevating room were an exercise in impatience. Once he led her through the club, down the labyrinthine halls, to a room where they could be alone, finally, she uttered a groan of relief. He gripped her shoulders, pushing her against the closing door, his knee grinding between her legs. He pulled up her skirts in frenzy, reached between them, and she widened her stance, ready to feel him filling her.<\/span>
\u201cYou\u2019re so wet,\u201d he whispered against her ear. Something nudged her between her legs. Not him, certainly, it was not large enough. She shivered at the memory of his huge cock. She\u2019d actually been afraid for a moment the first time he\u2019d taken it out. Whatever toy he pushed into her now, it did not compare.<\/span>
That was not to say it was ineffectual. Cold and smooth, it hummed with urgency as he pumped it into her, and she gasped, feeling at once far too constrained in her clothing. She wanted to roll her nipples in her fingers, tightening her grasp as he increased the speed of the wonderful device inside of her. She bucked her hips, and he stepped back, leaving the toy inside her.<\/span>
\u201cDon\u2019t drop it,\u201d he warned her quickly. \u201cIt is a very valuable device.\u201d<\/span>
She reached down, trying to hold her skirts out of the way. All the while, the cold intruder shook inside of her. There had been other tools that buzzed and teased, he\u2019d used those on her. This was entirely different, as though whatever drove it had a relentless, violent spirit thrashing about inside.<\/span>
\u201cNo, no, not with your hands.\u201d<\/span>
As per the rules of the game, she dropped her skirts, squeezing her inner muscles around the toy. \u201cWhat is it, Master?\u201d<\/span>
A smile crooked his mouth. \u201cLightning.\u201d<\/span>
She gasped, and almost dropped the device. \u201cLightning?\u201d<\/span>
\u201cTrapped in thick glass, very safe, I assure you.\u201d He unbuttoned his shirt cuffs. \u201cIn a moment, I shall leave you to make yourself presentable to me. When I return, that had better still be inside you, and you most certainly do not have my permission to come.\u201d<\/span>
She gaped after him as he went to the inner door and slipped through it. She stood, cunt clenching on the device that beat harder and harder inside of her, whipping and twisting its entire length. With a sob of frustration, she reached for the buttons of her dress. Every movement seemed to aggravate the lightning trapped within the glass. She struggled out of her gown, her head reeling from the sensations coursing through her body.<\/span>
She\u2019d just managed to unbuckle her shoes when Horace returned, clad in the same tight leather as when they\u2019d met, the dark brown hide creaking as he walked toward her. The laces strained over the considerable bulge level with her eyes as she straightened. Her gaze passed over every hard ridge of muscle between the waist of the trousers and the silver hoops that glinted in his nipples. Another two bars twinkled just below his collar bones; she\u2019d run her tongue over them while desperately pleading with him to fuck her. His entire body, from his feet to his head, covered in a sleek leather hood and attached goggles that hid his eyes, was a map to all of her most erotic memories. Just looking at him brought her perilously close to the edge.<\/span>
He held out a pair of leather restraints, silver chains dangling from an impossible number of cuffs. \u201cWe are going to play a game, pet.\u201d<\/span>
\u201cA game?\u201d She squeezed her thighs together. A game would be maddeningly pleasurable, but delay her pleasure maddeningly. The lightning device jerked hard, taking her breath away.<\/span>
He stepped behind her, one finger trailing along the black lace overlay on her corset. His finger caught the loops of the laces in the back and gave a gentle tug. \u201cVery nice. I think you should leave this on for a while.\u201d<\/span>
As he spoke, the smooth leather of the collar closed around her neck and cinched closed. He leaned close to her ear. \u201cThe same word as before, do you remember?\u201d<\/span>
She remembered, and nodded weakly. The weight of the collar brought a sharp clarity to her, a focus she\u2019d only experienced under his command. She strove for that almost as much as she strove for each climax.<\/span>
\u201cOn your knees,\u201d he instructed, giving her buttocks a sharp slap.<\/span>
She dropped, wincing at the bite of the floor. It was not rough stone, not like the dungeon they had visited before, but cold, polished marble that was hard all the same. The device bounced within her.<\/span>
\u201cI\u2019m afraid this chain might be a bit short,\u201d he said with feigned dismay. \u201cI hope you don\u2019t mind if we proceed, anyway.\u201d<\/span>
\u201cNot at all, Master.\u201d She swallowed as the ankle cuffs closed around her. The chain between the collar and her ankles pulled taut, but still her body bowed, head bent back when he fastened it. Another set of cuffs slid along the length of the chain; they brushed her back when he pushed her arms into position. Trussed this way, her body arched, her hips and chest thrust forward, her large breasts slipping loose from the corset and jiggling lewdly, pink nipples pointing erect at the ceiling.<\/span>
And deep in her cunt, the lighting glass still pulsed and snapped.<\/span>
\u201cAh, the very picture of loveliness.\u201d He walked in a slow circle around her, reaching out to twist one nipple with his gloved hand. The cool slide of the leather brought gooseflesh to her breast. \u201cHow do you feel?\u201d<\/span>
She wet her lips, faintly aware of the sheen of sweat that stood out on her skin. \u201cReady to die.\u201d<\/span>
\u201cReady to die?\u201d He stroked a lazy S across her bottom, then smacked, his leather glove filling the air with a loud crack. She whimpered in her shock, canted her hips back for more contact. \u201cThat doesn\u2019t sound very pleasant. Perhaps I should take you out of these restraints\u2014\u201d<\/span>
\u201cNo!\u201d she begged, her channel growing slipperier, her muscles struggling to grip the device. \u201cNo, please, Master.\u201d<\/span>
He tugged at the chain strung between her neck and legs like a violin string, then dropped to his knees beside her and licked a long curved path up her chest. He\u2019d tossed the mask aside, his auburn curls glinted like burnished mahogany in the low gaslight. His hand slipped between her thighs, his fingers entered her roughly, taking her breath away. \u201cHere is what you\u2019re going to do. I\u2019ll leave this right here,\u201d he punctuated his sentence with a hard roll of his thumb over her clitoris. She cried out, swinging her hips desperately. \u201cAnd you\u2019ll crawl to me. And if you reach me without coming, not once, I\u2019ll let you suck my cock. Would you like that?\u201d<\/span>
She wanted to cry, to scream at him and beg for release. But he had not offered that. She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded.<\/span>
\u201cI didn\u2019t hear you.\u201d<\/span>
\u201cYes, Master,\u201d she whispered.<\/span>
He walked away, to an elegant velvet wing chair at the end of the room. He sat, his fingers already working on the laces of his trousers. She watched, fascinated, a starving woman catching sight of a banquet. He pulled out his rigid length and sighed with relief as he stroked himself. He pumped his fist up and down a few times, his eyes locked on her watery gaze. \u201cAll right then. Come to me.\u201d<\/span>
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