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the pussy vibrator almost all the way out and then slammed them home again, taking up a frenetic fucking pace, Chelsea moaned against the desk. She might have drooled a bit, too. It was hard to be certain, since her body was producing insane amounts of wetness all over the place.
    But then again, since she’d drooled cum earlier without noticing it, she probably was drooling. Damn him.
    Then Jayson angled the vibe down and hit her g-spot, and she had another massive, intense orgasm.
    Before she knew what was happening, more cold lube hit her nether hole, and then the next steel butt plug was working its way inside, vibrating like a rabid cell phone. Jayson worked it slowly, stretching her and filling her, pushing it so far she thought she’d rip in two if he didn’t stop soon.
    Finally it was all the way inside, and her sphincter closed around the narrower part just before the base. He kept fucking her pussy with the vibe there for a minute until she almost came again from the continued pressure her g-spot, then he reattached the harness and locked the padlocks. He turned the vibes down to a lower setting—still enough to drive her berserk, mind you—and then patted her a bit harder than necessary over the leather pad holding the torture devices in place.
    This vibrator was so long and had such girth that it was still sticking an inch or two outside her vulva, creating an odd, crazy pressure on her already too swollen and sensitive areas.
    “Well, why don’t we eat?” he said way too cheerily, and went back around to the other side of his desk.
    She glared at him and took a seat across from him, taking pains to ease all of her weight onto a single ass cheek, so as not to press the damned things further up inside her than they already were. She’d learned her lesson on that score, already.
    Eating was about the furthest thing from her mind right then. Yeah, she probably needed her energy. Especially if he was going to keep making her come like he had been. But how the hell did he think she could concentrate on that while her pussy and ass were still in all-out, wild, monkey-sex mode?
    Somehow she forced about half a sandwich down. In the meantime, he ate two.
    “All done?” he asked as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
    Chelsea just nodded.
    “Well, I suppose we should get you dressed again.”
    For fuck’s sake, it was about time. She turned to get up and grab her bra, but Jayson stopped her before she could.
    “No bra.”
    “What the hell do you mean, ‘no bra’?” With tits like she had, she couldn’t go out in public without a bra. She’d be bouncing and jiggling all over the place.
    “I mean no bra. And I’ve already trashed those boy shorts you were wearing. You won’t need those anymore.”
    Who the hell died and made him the Hitler of her life? Chelsea frowned at him. “Fine. Be that way. Well, care to take this thing off of me?” she asked with a bit more sarcasm than she’d intended, pointing to the leather straps around her pelvis.
    Jayson raised an eyebrow as he headed to the coat closet, pulling her blouse out. He held on to it instead of handing it to her, then bent over to where he’d kicked her skirt earlier and picked it up. “No need to do that,” she said nonchalantly. “You’ll be wearing it while we shop.”
    He’d lost his mind. He’d lost his ever-loving mind. There was no other explanation for it.
    Yet when he held out her blouse, she put her arms in the sleeves and let him dress her. He left some of the higher buttons undone and Chelsea started to do them up, but he stilled her hands.
    “I like it how it is.”
    The way he left it, it would be clear to anyone and everyone that she didn’t have a damn thing on beneath it. Her still rock hard nipples were pressing against the fabric, alerting the whole fricking world to her state of arousal.
    The next thing she knew, she was awkwardly stepping into her skirt, trying like mad not to shift the vibes and failing miserably