It was right then I knew I wanted to marry you, because I knew I shouldn’t let you go because where would I find another woman who loved being kinky...and being with other women? They finally fell asleep on the bed around 6 AM . We stayed up talking and you asked about fantasies. You told me you wanted to be submissive, you wanted to be used like a whore. You wanted a gang bang, you wanted huge toys inside you stretching you, you wanted bruises left on you. You wanted to be choked till you passed. It was man to man fucking like it should be. There was a hidden strength, a wonderful control of power to the way he speared his masculinity into my compliant and obeying naked body and it thrilled me. I trembled as the layers of passionate arousal built up within my frame; he fucked me really relentless and blatant. Over and over, he would lean forward and I would lift my head to meet his, so that we kissed as we joined a coupling of wondrous, sensual delight and unimagined arousal. It was a. Cole shut his mouth with a snap. Sophie yanked out the modest fichu pinned into the bodice of her dress and hurled it to his feet with a strangled sound of incoherent fury. Jerking the dress’s sleeves off her shoulders, she wrestled the bodice down to bare the most magnificent pair of breasts Cole had ever seen. Full and firm, with tip tilted pale pink nipples that budded under his stunned gaze. ‘My God,’ he muttered, not daring to blink in case they’d disappeared when he opened his eyes. Light. “You’re right. But you’d never testify.”“You right about that.” Wetting my lips, I looked ahead as he turned into a parking garage. Drove up the incline to the second floor. "He have a scar on his forearm? Long one?”“Ugly thing. Glad you branded him so everyone knew who he was. Nice little break in the case too.” He nosed into a parking spot blazed with a yellow 124, then clicked the car into park. Looked at me. I reminded myself to breathe, but the air barely touched my lungs.