🔥 The First Morning 🔥

An Exclusive Bonus Chapter from Hers to Break

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This exclusive chapter is our gift to dedicated readers like you. It’s set two months after the epilogue — their first full morning in the Montreal apartment, where nobody knows them and nothing is forbidden.

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⚠️ Content Warning: This scene contains explicit FF content, kitchen counter sex, collar play, multiple orgasms (7), oral sex, praise kink, possessive behavior, and two women celebrating their freedom in the most thorough way imaginable.

The First Morning

Two months after the epilogue. Montreal. The apartment with the exposed brick and the view of nothing familiar.

The morning light hit the kitchen at exactly the wrong angle — too bright, too early, too honest for the things Maren was thinking.

Sloane was making coffee. Just that. Hair still damp from the shower, wearing one of Maren’s old McGill t-shirts that barely covered her thighs, moving through the unfamiliar space like she owned it.

She did own it. She owned everything now.

Maren leaned against the doorframe and watched her reach for the sugar on the top shelf — watched the shirt ride up, watched the way her body stretched, watched the thin silver chain around her neck catch the light.

The collar. Still on. Always on now, in the privacy of their space.

“I can feel you staring.”

“Can you.”

“Your eyes have weight.” Sloane didn’t turn around. Set down the sugar. Stirred. “Always have.”

“You like the weight.”

A small smile. Still not turning. “I didn’t say I was complaining.”

Maren pushed off from the doorframe. Bare feet on cold tile. Sloane heard her coming — of course she did, she’d learned to track Maren’s presence like a sixth sense — but she didn’t move. Just kept stirring, waiting.

“The coffee’s going to get cold.”

“No it’s not.”

Maren’s hands found her hips. Pulled her back against Maren’s chest. Felt the sharp intake of breath that Sloane tried to control.

“Counter’s the perfect height here,” Maren murmured into her neck. “Noticed that when we toured the place.”

“Is that why you chose this apartment?”

“One of the reasons.”

Sloane laughed — that helpless sound she made when she was already getting wet. “What were the other reasons?”

“Thick walls.” Maren’s fingers hooked under the hem of the shirt. “No one knows us here.” She pulled it up, over Sloane’s head, dropped it on the floor. “You can be as loud as you need to be.”

Sloane wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Of course she wasn’t. She’d learned.

“Turn around.”

She did. Eyes already dark, already gone to that place where the only thing that existed was Maren’s next instruction. The collar sat against her collarbone like it had always been there.

“Up.”

Sloane boosted herself onto the counter. Cold granite against warm skin. She hissed, and Maren smiled.

“Spread.”

Knees fell open. No hesitation anymore. No shame. Just trust, absolute and earned.

Maren stepped between her thighs and let her look. Let her wait. Hooked one finger under the collar and tugged, just enough to make the chain dig in.

“How many do you think you can take this morning?”

“As many as you want to give me.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Another tug. Sloane’s breath caught. “I asked how many you think. Be specific.”

Sloane’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment. Calculating. Remembering. “Seven.”

“Seven.”

“You asked me to be specific.”

Maren smiled. Released the collar. Let her hands trail down Sloane’s neck, over her shoulders, down her arms until she found her wrists. Guided them back, planted them on the counter behind her.

“Keep them there.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

The words hit like they always did — visible shiver, sharp exhale, pupils blowing wide. Nine months of training and those two words still cracked her open.

Maren dropped to her knees on the cold tile.

“One,” she said, and leaned in.

[The full 4,000-word scene continues with escalating intensity through all seven orgasms, ending with Sloane boneless on the counter and Maren finally drinking that cold coffee while they plan their first day as free women in a city that doesn’t know their names.]