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body is giving him.
    And today, so far, has been a magnificent day. Why should I ruin it by fighting something that he enjoys so much? I want him happy. A happy Stonehart makes for a much better existence, for me.
    So, I double down and focus only on that growing ray of pleasure deep inside. I try my best to relax my body and let Stonehart’s grunts wash over me.
    I don’t know how the transition happens, but soon, he’s not the only one making sounds of pleasure. They’re coming from my throat, too.
    Without warning, Stonehart pulls out. “Turn around,” he orders, breathless. I do, and lay my eyes on his glorious body, covered in sweat and straining with pleasure. “On your knees,” he says. “Now.”
    I fall to the ground and look up at him. He’s holding his cock with one hand, jerking it off as he stares down at me.
    “Take the belt off and open wide,” he says. My trembling fingers fumble with the strap. I’m transfixed by what I see going on above me. The sight of Stonehart pleasuring himself is exotic.
    I don’t get to admire the view for long. As soon as the belt is off, Stonehart roars and shoots hot, sticky semen all over my face. My eyes close on instinct.
    “Good girl,” he pants. “Good girl.” He pets my head, then pulls me toward him. “Now, lick me off.”

Chapter Six

    We head back to the house an hour or so later. But, instead of leading me inside, Stonehart takes my hand and directs me to the back, where the ocean is.
    We didn’t talk much after sex. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, though. That surprised me. It was more of an admission, on both our parts, that after laying ourselves bare, mere words would not do justice to the feelings swirling inside our heads.
    The strangest thing of all was Stonehart’s behavior after. Once I cleaned up, he picked me up by the waist and kissed me softly. Then, he wrapped an arm around me and let me rest my head on his shoulder as we sat under the shade of the same tree he fucked me against.
    We arrive at the other side of the mansion. I look behind me and see the entire sunroom. It’s a structure separate from the rest of the house, connected by that long, narrow hallway. It looks like it had been a later addition.
    I get shivers seeing the room that I know so well from the inside. Stonehart notices, or at least senses something, because he lets me go and continues on without me, granting me some much-needed space.
    I’m glad for the privacy. It feels so surreal, standing outside of my prison. When I was trapped in there, did I ever think that I would, one day, be looking in on it from the outside?
    The smell of the ocean beckons me. I hear the waves crashing against the shore. I’ve never been able to look down from the top of the cliffs and judge how high up we are. Doing that is the first order of business for me.
    I join Stonehart by the edge. He catches my elbow as I walk by him. “Careful,” he cautions, nodding at the ledge just a few feet away.
    I swallow and nod. “I will be,” I say. He lets me go.
    I walk as close to the ledge as I dare and peer down.
    Whoa.
    I’ve never been afraid of heights, but even I get a touch of vertigo looking down. We must be two or three hundred feet above the water. The waves crash against the stony wall below us. There is no beach to speak of—just a straight drop into the violent ocean below.
    I look to my left and right. Far, far away, I see the lots of other properties. The houses are hidden from view.
    “This land must have cost you a fortune,” I marvel. “We’re still in California, aren’t we? Close to San Jose?”
    Stonehart’s eyes narrow slightly. “Questions?” he reminds me. I gasp and bring both hands over my mouth. It’s an automatic reaction.
    “Oh my God!” I apologize. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”
    “But innocent ones,” Stonehart corrects, flashing me a smile. “I’ll let them pass. Yes, we are in California. Yes, we are close to San Jose. And