Page 70 of Midnight Dissonance

“It’s yours, Sir.”

“That’s right, it is. And you don’t get to come unless I say you do. Now take your punishment like a good girl.”

He cracked the belt against her bum. She jerked at the searing pain and whimpered, “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I’m sure you are. Now tell me why you think it’s okay for you to move in with other guys when I have already said I want you living with me.” The belt smacked her butt again. Her body jolted.

Pain exploded in her backside. Tears formed in her eyes. “Because I’m a screwup. And I’m not someone people keep.”

It was her deepest shame. Her family tossed her away because she wasn’t good enough.

He struck her butt again. “That’s for not seeing how wonderful you are. And this is for thinking for one second I would ever toss you away.” He smacked her bottom again.

“And this last one is to drive home that you’re mine.” He whacked her ass.

And she started sobbing. Great heaping sobs that were ripped from inside her soul. He leaned over her back and gathered her close. His cock pressed against her ass.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are, lass. But you need to understand I won’t be letting you go. You’re mine. And I’m yours. And if you’re moving anywhere, it’s in here with me. I’ve already asked, but I will say it again. Move in with me. We can get the rest of your stuff this weekend.”

“It’s too fast.”

“When you know it’s right, what does time really have to do with anything?”

“We haven’t even been out on a date,” she protested, not even sure why she was acting like this wasn’t what she wanted. Because being with him, the way he loved her, the way he took care of her, filled all the cracks, the nook and crannies of all the hurt she’d sustained through the years.

“I’ll rectify that this weekend, lass. But you don’t get to ask other men to live with them, ever. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

He moved behind her and notched his shaft at her weeping entrance. “I know you are. But I need to fuck you now.”

“Yes,” she groaned as he roughly shoved inside.

Her body welcomed him as he speared deep inside her. He wrapped his arms around her even tighter and pummeled her pussy, driving violently inside her.

“Whose pussy is this?” he growled, ramming deep with brute force.

“Yours, Sir.”

“Tell me again,” he demanded, slamming his hips with increasing force as his desire rose.

“It’s your pussy, Sir.”

“That’s right. My. Fucking. Pussy.” He hammered inside her. Her eyes crossed at the intensity. She ached to come. But she held on, waiting for his permission, vowing to never disappoint him again.

His hand slid around her neck and squeezed. Not enough to cut off her air supply, but enough to threaten it. And then his other hand cupped her pussy while he shuttled his cock in increasingly rough strokes inside her.

Lexi felt beyond owned. She felt cherished. And like nothing and no one could ever harm her again as long as he held her.

“I’m never letting you go, lass. You. Are. Mine.” He pistoned his length, driving her body against the couch’s backrest.

She held on, digging her fingers into the cushions. Holding on as he drove away the darkness inside her, as he proved how evenly matched they were. That they fit one another.

“Come for me now.”

At his command, her body crested, shattering against his driving thrusts. He growled and withdrew, then parted the globes of her ass. He spit on her back channel, adding extra lube, and fit the crest against her opening.

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