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AVERY POV

The next morning felt like walking through a fever dream.

Mom was downstairs making coffee, humming some old song like nothing in the world was wrong. Marcus had already left for an early meeting, but the ache between my legs and the faint bruises on my hips reminded me exactly how real last night had been. His cum had still been leaking out of me when I’d finally fallen asleep.

I spent the whole day on edge—jumpy every time Mom spoke to me, blushing at nothing. By evening I was a mess of nerves and leftover arousal. When Marcus finally got home, our eyes met across the dinner table and the heat in his gaze made my thighs clench under my skirt.

After dinner Mom announced she was taking a long bath and then turning in early—she had a headache. She kissed Marcus on the cheek, told me goodnight, and disappeared upstairs.

The second her bedroom door clicked shut, Marcus looked at me.

“Shower. Five minutes. My bathroom.”

His voice was low, commanding. I didn’t argue. I waited until I heard the bathwater running in Mom’s bathroom, then slipped quietly down the hall to the master suite.

Marcus was already there, door locked behind us the moment I stepped inside. Steam was starting to fill the large walk-in shower. He didn’t waste time with words. He pulled my clothes off with rough, efficient hands until I stood completely naked in front of him.

“Get in,” he ordered.

I stepped under the hot spray, heart racing. Marcus stripped quickly and joined me, his body crowding mine against the tiled wall. Water cascaded over both of us as he kissed me hard, tongue invading my mouth while his hands roamed possessively over my breasts and ass.

He pulled back just enough to reach for something on the built-in shelf I hadn’t noticed before—two small silver nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain, and a sleek pink toy I recognized instantly: a rose clit sucker.

My breath hitched.

Marcus held them up, water dripping from the metal. His eyes were dark, dangerous. “Tonight you’re going to be a good girl and count for me, Avery. Every single one. If you lose count, we start over. Understand?”

I nodded quickly, already trembling with anticipation and fear. Mom was just down the hall. The risk made everything sharper, hotter.

He turned me so my back pressed to his chest, the spray hitting my front. One large hand cupped my left breast, rolling the nipple until it peaked hard. Then he attached the first clamp.

The sharp bite of pain made me gasp.

“One,” I whispered immediately.

“Good girl.” He did the same to the right nipple. The chain swung between them, tugging lightly with every breath.

“Two.”

The pain was intense but delicious, sending sparks straight to my clit. Marcus kissed the side of my neck, then reached for the rose. He turned it on—low at first—and pressed the soft silicone mouth directly over my swollen clit.

The instant suction made my knees buckle. I moaned loudly before I could stop myself.

“Quiet,” he growled against my ear, free hand coming up to cover my mouth. “Or I’ll make this much harder for you. Now count.”

He clicked the rose up to a higher setting.

The intense, rhythmic pulsing against my clit was overwhelming. Combined with the constant bite of the nipple clamps, pleasure and pain blurred together until I couldn’t think straight.

“Three… four… five…” I panted against his palm, voice muffled.

Marcus didn’t let up. He held the rose firmly in place, grinding it in slow circles while the hot water pounded over us. My hips jerked helplessly, chasing the suction. The chain between my nipples tugged with every twitch, sending fresh jolts of pain through my breasts.

“Six… oh god… seven…”

My legs were shaking. I could feel an orgasm building terrifyingly fast. Marcus’s hard cock pressed against my ass, thick and ready, but he made no move to fuck me yet. This was about control. About making me fall apart while my mother soaked in the tub just down the hall.

“Eight… nine… please, Marcus—”

“Count,” he commanded, voice rough with lust. He increased the speed of the rose again.

The suction became merciless, pulling and releasing my clit in perfect rhythm. I was dripping, slick mixing with the shower water running down my thighs. The clamps made my nipples throb in time with my heartbeat.

“Ten… eleven… twelve—”

I was sobbing the numbers now, barely able to form words. My whole body was coiled tight, right on the edge. Marcus’s arm banded around my waist, holding me upright as my knees threatened to give out.

“Thirteen… fourteen… I’m gonna— I’m so close—”

“Not yet,” he growled. “Keep counting.”

He pressed the rose even harder against me and flicked the chain between the clamps, sending a sharp tug through both nipples at once.

“Fifteen!” I cried out, the sound too loud even with the water running. I bit my lip hard, trying to stay quiet. “Sixteen… seventeen… oh fuck, eighteen—”

My orgasm hit like a freight train.

I came violently, body convulsing in his arms, pussy clenching around nothing as wave after wave crashed through me. The rose kept sucking through it all, drawing the pleasure out until it bordered on pain. I lost count completely, moaning and whimpering behind his hand while the nipple clamps kept their merciless bite.

Marcus finally pulled the rose away and turned it off, but he left the clamps on. He spun me around, pressing my back to the cool tile, and kissed me deep and filthy while I trembled through the aftershocks.

“You lost count at the end, baby,” he murmured against my lips, a dark smile in his voice. “That means we’re doing it again after your mother goes to sleep.”

I whimpered, equal parts dread and excitement flooding me.

From the hallway, we heard the faint sound of Mom’s bathwater draining.

Marcus’s eyes locked on mine, full of wicked promise.

“You had better be quiet when you come the second time.”