“Remember this?” He whispered, brushing her cheek with a familiar slab of fabric.

The pitch black blindfold stroked her face like a friendly animal. The cloth wrapped around her head until she could see nothing. Every time the blackness took her sight, her alternate senses bristled. Smell, touch, taste...touch.

A sharp whack fell upon her right butt cheek a moment later. The Magistrate only used his hands, the best implements in his array to make it more real. He needed to reinforce the reality of the past few days, and savaging her skin with his did exactly that.

His eyes darted toward her bobbing belly, pregnant with his second child. His hands, lured by her breasts, covered them like a malnourished man reaching for ripe fruits. She sighed when he rolled one nipple, then the next, gasping at the way pregnancy turned them a dozen times more sensitive.

A few seconds more of his breast sampling would have made her come. It wasn't to be.

The Magistrate pulled back, pushing his hand against her throat. He yanked down his trousers as he pressed into her flesh, breathing hot and heavy in her ear. The warm menace of his posture left her sex steaming. Colleen felt her clitoris beating with her blood, perfectly tuned to the contractions of his tight fingers around her windpipe.

“Aren't you glad to be back?” His gruff words poured into her ear as he pushed into her, bringing his teeth against her lobe.