Claimed Harder

Em Brown

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CLAIMED HARDER

E M Brown

Published by Wind Color Press

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

CLAIMED DARKER

Excerpt

Chapter 1

DARREN

Present

Coming inside of Bridget felt intense—so intense, I didn’t actually enjoy it all that much. Her ass felt amazing, but my climax was akin to slamming my fist into a brick wall. Feels good to let out all that steam, not so good on the knuckles.

Withdrawing from her, I stumble back and collect my senses. Wiping off my cock, I pull up my pants and survey her, her wrists still tied to the exposed pipes of the basement we’re in, her dress bunched up about her hips, her panties wrapped below her ass, my cum dripping down her thighs.

The nice thing, the loving thing, to do is untie her, wrap my arms about her, the way I used to after we’d had sex, hold her and see to her aftercare if we had an intense play session.

But that was before she left me.

It took me over two years to track her down. Partly because I had wasted time barking up the wrong tree. I thought maybe she had gotten together again with her ex-boyfriend, Dante. And maybe she had, though he swore they hadn’t seen each other in years, but it took a little while to convince me that they were no longer together. After exhausting Amy’s family, the two other women Bridget had shared an apartment with, instructors, and classmates at Cal, came the arduous task of tracking down a woman named Coretta.

You did a good job making it hard for me to find you, I compliment Bridget as I eye her rump, still flush from the spanking I gave her with my wet shirt. That delicious ass has been on the receiving end of many different implements: the paddle, a tawse, the flogger, and even a bouquet of nettles. I want the chance to apply all those things to her backside again.