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and then faded back into the corner of the room along with the trainer. With one last tweak of the clamps--
beautiful moan
--Kai returned to stand behind Constance, unfastening his pants. He unbuttoned but didn’t remove his shirt. It was kind of thrilling, undressing just enough to make use of her. Kai rolled on the condom and positioned himself. She threw another hot, hungry look over her shoulder, causing his cock to buck in his hand. He felt desire and lust like a fire building in his groin, his shoulders, his thighs, his face. He was burning.
    Jesus, what was it about her? He ran his hands over her body, caressing and exploring her. Her skin was smooth and warm, and her hips had the perfect proportion of roundness for his taste. He curled his fingers around her waist, then slid a hand up her back. She arched her spine and made a needful sound that hit him in his tightening balls. God, it wasn’t a fake porno sound, or anything forced. It was the sound of honest, excited feminine arousal. At any other time, that would have been his signal to drive deep, but somehow he wanted to draw out this moment, to really bask in this possession of her.
    “My God, you’re beautiful,” he said. Not his fanciest line ever, but there wasn’t much blood left in his brain for composing sonnets. He was aching to be inside her, to feel her from within. She gave another low moan as he teased her pussy lips with the head of his cock. He could see the glistening proof of her excitement and smell her scent. He drove his fingers through the slickness, pressing his thumb against her clit. Her whole body seemed to tense; she looked back at him again. Her lips were parted, the extent of her need for him clearly written on her face.
    It was all he could bear. He closed his hands hard on her hips and drove into her. He didn’t just want to fuck her...he wanted to cover her with his body and become one with her.
We strongly discourage emotional attachment. It complicates what can otherwise be a beautifully simple thing.
    Simple. Simple. Keep it simple.
    It was so simple to him. She was a goddess, and he was her god. Her cunt was a portal to the mysteries of life that had so frustrated him lately. Why? It was so simple. Male. Female. His cock inside her and her pussy driving back against him, clenching and wreaking the last vestige of nobility from his mind. “Ah, Constance...”
    She made some small plaintive sound, and he remembered the clamps. The chain swung each time he thrust in her, doubtless tormenting her. He reached beneath her and took the chain between two fingers. He tugged it and her noises grew louder. Her breath was coming harsh and fast like his own. He linked his thumb over the chain and drew it down, down, his fingers opening against velvet skin. Her abs clenched, her whole body working to contain him as he lengthened his strokes.
    She was starting to shudder. The harder he pulled the chain, the wetter she got and the more her pussy gripped his cock. She was ridiculously tight around him. He imagined other classes. Wetness 101. Pussy Gymnastics. Where did women learn such skill? He didn’t care, as long as he got to enjoy it.
    He tugged the chain down again and snaked his other hand forward to cup her pussy. He touched a finger to her clit and was rewarded by a guttural cry. Her ass cheeks were still scarlet, hot against his pelvis. He stroked her clit and she let out her breath with a shiver. She twisted her hips violently and came, squeezing so hard around him that his own orgasm exploded and rolled over him. Cock, balls, taint, thighs, and his clenching abs pressed against her back. His arms tightened as he pulled her closer, closer. He would squeeze the life out of her.
    Remembering himself, he drew back and let her go. For now. Stephen and Bastien were in the room, watching and waiting.
We strongly discourage emotional attachment.
    But appreciation was surely okay. Admiration, even. He admired the hell out of her, that