I look up into his eyes. "Pleasure. I rarely get hurt for punishment. I try to be as good as I can. Usually Dean's form of punishment is withholding pleasure. I can't... well... you know..." I blush, unable to form the words.

"Come?" Holden asks, smirking.

I nod. "Yeah."

He chuckles. "That's one of my favourite pastimes! Orgasm denial is rather enjoyable for the man."

I gawp at him. "You... you enjoy that stuff too?" I ask.

Holden shrugs. "Not the whipping and caning, but the fun stuff like handcuffs, toys and well... orgasm denial. Are you into the pain?"

I bite my lip and nod. "It's a fetish I guess. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain. If you find that middle line, it's incredible!"

He kissed me and I knew what would happen next!

After close to two hours, we were both lying exhaustedly on the bed.

Holden grins, his head on my shoulder, I drift off into an exhausted slumber.

I fall asleep trying to determine whether Dean or Holden was better in the sack. I come up blank, and conclude that they're both incredible in their own ways.

How could that be possible??

Why did I have such a powerful connection with Dean, who isn't my mate??

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