Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

hands gripped the blanket again and Claire gave her all of the

toy, stretching her. She took it all and needed more.

Claire gave it to her because she was feeling magnanimous.

She pinched her clit while she thrust the toy in and out and

Haley shattered. She was mindless, coming hard over and over

again. She drove her hips back and forth, tearing at the

restraints, her legs trembling and her body quaking violently.

She was mindless with the pleasure. Her thighs were soaked.

The front of her skirt was soaked. The white comforter

beneath where she was kneeling was soaked.

“No more,” Haley whispered brokenly when she’d come

down for her fourth orgasm. “Please, I can’t take any more.”

Claire very much doubted that, but she was just breaking

Haley in. What the fuck? You are doing no such thing. When

Claire removed the toy, Haley collapsed onto the bed, wrung

out, sobbing into the covers. Her skirt was up around her

waist, her ass still a bright cherry red. Claire wished she’d

taken the opportunity to spank Haley with the toy inside her,

but maybe another time. There won’t be another time. This is

wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Claire undid the restraints and picked Haley up. She wasn’t

gentle as she slid her to the edge of the bed. She got her legs

onto the floor, picked up her shoes and handed them to her and

pointed at the door. “Out.”

She was shocked that Haley listened. She didn’t even give

her a foul look at being ordered to leave without any emotion.

It was cruel on her part, Claire knew, but better that Haley

understand now and lose whatever fanciful notions of romance

had brought her in here.

She walked gingerly, tiptoeing because her ass still stung.