Michaels, Skye - Calleigh's Collar [Le Club 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Skye Michaels

waiting there. Carefully, she took him fully into her mouth, sucking with a gentle pressure, easing his length in and out, swirling her tongue over the head. Moving faster, then slower, then harder, then softer, she brought him to the edge of completion then eased back again over and over as he had done to her. Teasing, keeping the final satisfaction just out of reach, she played with him. She took his balls gently into her mouth and softly tongued them with little butterfly strokes, then returned her attention to his cock. “Too much, baby, I’m gonna come.” A burst of hot semen shot into her mouth, and she swallowed the precious seed greedily, loving the feel, touch, and smell of him. She held him in her mouth as he slowly softened, savoring the feeling of peace and contentment.
    Steele leaned back, looking boneless and replete with pleasure. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her slowly and fully, tasting his seed on her tongue. Rising easily from the chair with her in his arms, he strode to the bedroom and gently deposited her on the bed, joining her to cuddle and nap the afternoon away.

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    Steele and Calleigh dined on the private veranda of the suite, not wanting to appear in public prior to the evening’s event. She was too nervous to enjoy the meal. “I’m coming out of my skin!” she exclaimed. “I wish this was over with.”
    “Me too, baby. I’m as nervous over this as you are.”
    “I doubt that, Steele. It’s not your ass on the line.” Calleigh was terrified of not only the pain to come but also the public humiliation. She would be stripped naked and beaten in front of a room full of strangers. The only way she could get through this would be her total and complete trust in Jason.
    “Actually, it is…as your beautiful ass belongs to me. I’m not inclined to share it with anyone else, visually or otherwise, ever again.” God, it’s true. This is my woman, and I have been waiting a long time for her . It was obvious to him now that Calleigh had been the reason several of his promising relationships had fizzled before they had really gotten started. He realized that in his heart he had been waiting for her all along, and now he had to participate in this “witch hunt” or worse with the woman he was beginning to think he was in love with.
    Calleigh blinked, looking surprised. “I didn’t know you felt that way, Jason, that you had such strong feelings for me. I have to admit that my feelings for you have been growing stronger and stronger as well.”

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    In the Sea Island Suite, Paula and Trent were relaxing on the veranda. “Come on, sub, let’s try some more sensation training—explore your outer limits,” Trent said as he drew her over to the foot of the bed.
    Well, maybe I am actually about to have some fun .
    “Pull up your skirt, kneel on the bench, and bend over the foot of the bed,” he directed,
    Well, maybe not . She hesitated. “Master, I’m really not comfortable…”
    “I don’t remember asking you if you were comfortable, sub. Now follow orders or use your safe word and leave,” he ordered.
    “I won’t use my safe word and leave Calleigh here alone!”
    “Since when are you concerned about Calleigh?” he asked. “As far as I can tell that has not been a priority. Now,” he continued, “I think it’s time you learned to ride the ‘fickle finger of fate.’”
    “What is the ‘fickle finger of fate,’ Master?” she asked as a jolt of apprehension, tempered by pleasure, speared straight to her pussy, unleashing a flood of moisture.
    “Bend over, crack a smile, and find out!” When she reluctantly did as instructed, he slowly ran his hands over her bare bottom and wet pussy, spreading her cheeks and pussy lips. “When I insert my finger in your pussy, you have permission to pleasure yourself but not to come. You are the slave so you will do the work,” he said as he gave her upraised butt a smart slap and inserted something finger