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“Will it?” Her tone was all sass, her hips lifting higher as her knees fought to get closer to her elbows. Or, tried to. I pushed my arms over her knees, blocking them from moving anymore, then grabbed the globes of her ass.

“I will pull you down and take what I want, or you can be my perfect little cum slut and drop your fucking hips so I can eat. Your choice.” Rose paused, her hips hovering above me still but weakening as her knees shook. “You like the idea of it, don’t you? Me, taking what I want regardless of you giving it to me or not?”

I felt the bed shift above me. “I can’t see you, baby girl. I’m hoping that was a nod, but I’m waiting for a ‘yes, sir.’ You remember the words you’re allowed to use, right?”

“Ithought…I thought that was just before?” I waited for her to continue, but when she didn’t, I felt the need to correct her thoughts. Before, it was to make sure she knew who was pleasuring her. Now, it was because I loved the moments of her obedience almost as much as the way she bit back.

“No. I haven’t made you do anything like that because I figured you needed time to adjust. But your adjustment period has ended.” With that, I grabbed her ass and pulled her down, groaning as my mouth became consumed with her taste. She ground her hips against me, unashamedly seeking her own pleasure while I sucked and licked and nipped along her clit, filling her with my tongue when I couldn’t get enough. My Rose was playing hard to get, but she loved my tongue and cock taking what they wanted—every last drop from her.

“God-fucking-damn, don’t you dare stop.” Whining sounds vibrated down her thighs, the quake in them a telling sign. “I need you closer than that.”

“Briggs, go—”

I dug my fingers into her ass, then to really drive it home for her that I wasn’t going to stop until long after she came, I slid my fingers lower. She moaned as I thrust three fingers inside her sopping cunt, finding her G-spot and pressing on it forcefully with rapid plunges into her tight walls.

“Good girl,” I praised as her soaked pussy clenched my fingers. “You fucking love taking what I give, don’t you?”

Her walls gripped my fingers harder, then started fluttering. I pushed deeper, stroking her G-spot over and over.

“Do it,” I ordered. She made some kind of incoherent sound, making my cock unbearably hard. “Do it now like the slut you are for me.” Her orgasm hit hard, her soft hips writhing as her arousal dripped down my chin and onto my neck. I kept going, pushing deeper into her with my fingers and tongue, draining her of everything she had to give. Well, almost everything.

I wasn’t stopping there. No, I was starved for her. I shimmied out from beneath her and flipped to sit up on my knees, then drove my cock into her before she could drop her hips back down. Crudely taking her hair into my fist, I settled my forearm around her for more support, then drove into her with a maddening pace. “Come for me again. Milk me for what I am—your monster.” Her gasps filled our room—our home—like the sweetest song I’d ever heard. Spreading my knees, I sank lower, granting me the angle she needed to come without having to rub her clit. Driving into her, holding her this close with her hair wrapped around my fist—it was all too perfect.

“Briggs!” she shouted my name, her swollen pussy convulsing, bringing me to my orgasm faster than I hoped for. With another few pumps, I pulled out from her slowly, frowning when I saw a bead of cum fall from her.

“Stay. Still.” Reaching over to the nightstand, I pulled out the other new addition that was going to end up being one of my favorites. Little did she know, I put one in each of the bags I’d bought for her as well—taking a plug with her on the go was going to be necessary.

“What is—” she gasped as I gathered what was trying to leave her body, rubbing the cold glass along her center before gently pushing it in, sealing the rest of me inside her.

“I told you I was buying you a plug. Or did you not think I was serious?”

“Really?” She wriggled against the hogtie, trying to see what she wouldn’t be able to see unless I held a mirror up for her. Instead, I sat back, staring at the encased rose petals that decorated the end of the plug.

“Really.” I leaned forward, finding her sensitive clit and stroking it slowly. After mere seconds, she was trembling, moaning against the sheets while gyrating her hips. “That’s right, Rose. Get yourself off on my fingers, and I’ll reward you by fucking you again.”

With effort, she slowed, catching her breath. “You’re going to put that plug in again when you’re done, aren’t you?”

I gave her clit a soft pinch, groaning with her. “Damn right, I am.”

Chapter 36

Rose

“Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.” ? Ovid

Golden sequins and pearls filled the mostly see-through gown and glittered in the bathroom light as I slid my arms into the long sleeves. I hung my head and reached back, searching for the zipper, when familiar footsteps came closer from behindme.

“Let me.” Briggs kissed my shoulder as he slid the zipper up effortlessly, the fit seamless. Our eyes locked in the bathroom mirror, and he smiled against my shoulder. “Beautiful.”

My breath hitched as his fingers wove into my curled hair, sweeping it over my shoulder as he kissed along my neck. “Briggs,” I warned. “We’re not going to make it there in time if you keep—” I gasped as he spun me, taking me by my waist and pulling me to him.

“How am I supposed to want to go anywhere with you looking like that?” He lowered his voice, nearly purring as he said, “Let’s just stay home tonight.”

“No.” I arched my brow at him, straightening the red bowtie he paired with an all-black ensemble. It reminded me of the red rose tattooed on his chest. I was willing to bet that was exactly why he wore it. “We stay home most nights. Being safe all the time is getting really old.”

“Tell me about it.” His fingers wrapped around my neck, pulling me to him for a kiss that made my toes curl against the floor. Something told me we weren’t talking about the same thing.

I batted him away, slapping him with the back of my hand to his chest. “Briggs, seriously.”

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