Lost herself to Remy.
She’d had anal sex before and had enjoyed it, but not like this. Never had it been this good. Pleasure flooded each and every nerve ending of her body. Her breasts bounced up and down as Remy fucked her deeply. With her nipples stinging from the clamps and his cock plundering her asshole, it was sensory overload.
Before long she was shaking, needing desperately to come.
And then he reached around and slid his finger into her wet *, filling both of her orifices.
That was all she could take.
“Remy!” she screamed as she climaxed, the orgasm seeming to erupt from every direction.
She felt his cock pump and jerk spasmodically. Then he shuddered, tensed and shouted her name as his hot semen burst into her, making her come even harder.
Afterward they gasped and panted together, his arm clasped tightly around her waist, clutching her to him. Her vision was blurred, and her ears were ringing from the rush of blood to her head.
“Your Highness is absolutely amazing,” Remy whispered, his hot breath burning her ear.
Zandra smiled languidly. “I could say the same of you, slave.”
“Could?”
“Mmm. Might.”
She squealed as he scooped her up and dumped her onto the bed. Before she could scramble away, he swooped down on her and hauled her close so he could spoon her, their bodies sticking together with sweat.
Zandra sighed, thoroughly and deliciously sated. Belatedly remembering the nipple clamps, she reached down and unfastened them, then gently massaged her sore areolas with her fingertips.
Remy held her closer, kissing her along her ear and neck. “How long can we stay here?”
She smiled. “As long as we want.”
“Mmm. That means we’re staying all night then.”
She laughed, turning in his arms to kiss him.
It was only then that she saw a man watching quietly from the open doorway of the chamber.
Their eyes met and held.
She glanced down at Remy. His lids were lowered as he lazily nuzzled her throat.
She lifted her gaze back to Heath.
His eyes were shining.
She blew him a kiss. A kiss farewell.
He smiled softly.
And then he was gone.
Long afterward Remy and Zandra lay quietly together. At some point he’d gotten up to remove her outrageously sexy boots so she could be more comfortable. Since then, neither of them had moved.
“I have to say,” he murmured lazily, “this is the most...unusual place I’ve ever made love.”
Zandra laughed softly. “More unusual than the ladies’ room?”
He chuckled. “Oh, most definitely.”
“I think I have to agree.”
Remy smiled, stroking her hair. “When did you plan all this? And how?”
“That’s for me to know,” she said slyly, “and you never to find out.”
“Why not?”
“Because you don’t need to know details. It’d spoil the illusion.”
“Believe me, nothing could spoil this.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m not telling you.”
He grinned. “Fine. Keep your secrets then.”
“I will. After all,” she murmured whimsically, “what’s a woman without her secrets?”
“Hmm.” Remy kissed her bare shoulder. “You’re an amazing woman, Zandra Kennedy.”
She sighed. “I know.”
Remy reached down and smacked her on the ass.
She laughed, wriggling away from him.
He pulled her right back, burying his face in her soft hair. “I must say, Z, you’d make one badass queen.”
She giggled. “You think so?”
“Hell, yeah. I’d do whatever you told me to.”
“You should do that anyway,” she quipped.
“What? What?”
She squealed protestingly as he rolled her over to face him, pinning her beneath his body. She stared up at him, her dark eyes glimmering with laughter.
“See,” he murmured, gently brushing her hair back from her face, “I told you I could be submissive.”
She snorted. “Barely.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, come on, Remy. You know it was killing you to lay there and let me be in charge.”