"Good girl. Now, the only thing I want to hear from you are your moans. If you speak, it's going to earn you a hard smack to the ass," he maneuvers one of my legs to bear my butt to him and demonstrates his threat, no doubt leaving a hand-shaped print on my left cheek. "Understand?"

"Yes," I answer.

He smacks my ass again. "Do you understand, Sonya?"

This time, I nod my head to confirm.

"Good. I'm putting the earplug back in now, but you should know - we're not alone in here anymore."

"Ooh," I whimper in disappointment as he puts the earplug back in, muting the room to me once again.

I'm extremely self-conscious of the fact that someone else is in the room seeing what he's doing to me. But I don't have time to think about it because he deftly brings me to the ground on my knees and pushes my chest to the ground.

In an instant, without preamble, his cock is tunneling into my channel. He's not going slow. Just the opposite - he's pounding into me hard. Rough. Violently.

I'm too wet to know for sure, but it feels like he's not wearing a condom. Shit, I'm not on birth control. No, he must be. He never goes without a condom.

His fingers dig into my hips with an iron grip. His large member is almost too much to bear as it pounds into my cervix, causing me to cramp some in my uterus.

"Fane," I whisper between his harsh thrusts.

That earns me a sound slap on my right butt cheek.

"Aahh!" I scream in response.

My mind is spinning. All I feel is his rock-hard penis barreling into me, and despite the cramps, it's a wonderful feeling. Thankfully, after a couple of minutes, the cramps subside. And he doesn't let up on his powerful thrusts that are driving me crazy. What a sight we must be to whoever else is watching.

I don't know much time has passed when he pulls me up so that my back is flush against his hard chest, which is now bare. When he discarded the garment - I have no idea. He has one hand securely holding onto my bound wrists.

With the other hand, he takes out my earplugs and wraps them around my throat.

I immediately hear a cacophony of soft, erotic sounds: moaning, squelching, and skin slapping.

"We've started our own little orgy, sweetheart," he tells me. "What do you think of that?"

I only answer with a moan, partly because he told me to, and partly because I'm really not keen on the idea of being part of an orgy. Even though I had a one-night stand with Fane three years ago, I still consider sex a very personal, private, and somewhat sacred act. It's not for the public to see when a couple comes together. But still, I can't help but be a little turned on by the erotic sounds.

"Answer me, little one. Do you enjoy being part of the debauchery?" He repeats the question, never stopping his humping me from behind, though with this angle he's not reaching quite as deep.

I ever so slightly shake my head back and forth to answer.

"Good," he says and promptly bites down on the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

He sucks my blood, ravenous sounds escaping his mouth while gripping my throat and hands. When he's done, he licks the wound and presses soft kisses to it.

Then in a swift motion, he gets me on my back, slightly slanted with one leg propped up on his shoulder. He removes the blindfold and tunnels into me again, just as violently as before.

I start to look at the others around us - not quite as many as I thought. Only two other couples and a threesome. They all seem pretty engrossed in their own coital endeavors rather than mine.

Before I have a chance to think about it too much, Fane roughly grabs a hold of my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Eyes on me, mama."

I know I must have a ridiculously looking wanton expression on my face as he forces his thumb into my mouth, pressing my tongue down. But I don't rightly care because he's pistoning into me so ferociously that I can hardly stand it. Bliss takes hold of my body. Every nerve is tingling.

He brings his fingers to my clit and pinches down on my swollen bundle of nerves. And I'm undone. I'm rocketed into nirvana. My eyes roll back and a piercing cry escapes my throat. I'm soaring and I don't want to come back to land.

But I do. I slowly ride the wave back to earth as he finishes inside me with a few sharp thrusts and a guttural - oh so manly and sexy - groan. And I'm silently grieving that it's over.

For only a few short moments, we stay still as we catch our breaths. But I'm human, so I'm still breathing heavily when he's already recovered. He fixes his pants and unceremoniously hikes me over his shoulder and stalks back to the bedroom.

He roughly throws me onto the bed - thank God it's soft - and slumps down against the nearby wall. His legs are spread, his knees are bent, and his hands are raking through his hair.

Even though I'm above him on the bed, I feel so small.

For a long while, I'm speechless. I'm still trying to gain my bearings after such intense fucking. And then I realize something. I widen my eyes and clumsily sit up - it's more of a weak crunch since my hands are still tied behind my back. I look between my legs but don't need to see what I already know and feel. His cum is leaking out of me. He wasn't wearing a condom after all.

When my eyes look up, I see him staring intensely at me. His expression is a combination of smug brooding and a twinge of sadness. There is no humor. No apology for possibly impregnating me again.

And I'm at a loss for words. I'm spread eagle and naked in front of him. I feel so vulnerable and exposed. But I can't complain. I stupidly withheld his son from him all this time. So I lean back against the pillows and casually straighten my legs together. And I wait.

It's so silent. Did he leave?

"Fane?" I whisper just to see if he's still there.

"What?" he snaps back in response. The anger lacing his voice is palpable.

My eyes mist over. A couple of tears streak down my face into my hair.

"I'm so sorry," my voice cracks. I keep my eyes fixed on the ceiling as I say, "I know there's nothing I can do to take away what I did. But I'll do anything to make it up to you, no matter how long it takes."

Finally, he gets up. His handsome face is rigid. He rolls me over for a second to untie my hands. When I sit up, he very lovingly rubs my hands and wrists. I watch his hands as they massage mine for several minutes.

Then he puts his knuckle under my chin and tilts my head up to look at him. He presses a tender kiss to my lips and says against them, "First of all, you are going to spread these pretty little legs for me every night and take my seed until my child is implanted in your womb."

A shiver runs down my spine at the deep, seductive timbre of his voice. I nod in acquiescence to his demand.

When he drops his hand to leave the room, I feel a little saddened by his absence. But he quickly returns with our clothes. He gives me his own black shirt, which I put on after fixing my breasts back into my bra. Once I'm dressed, he extends his hand to me. I take it, and he leads me out of the room.

As we start down the stairs, I ask, "Where are we going?"

Without stopping, he answers, "To my place first to get some clothes... and then to yours so I can meet my son."

Editor's note: Wow, I loved the ending! Fane is finally going to meet his son. The emotional connection between Fane and Sonya has gotten stronger during the story, and I believe they have a future together as a family.

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