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My jealousy and rage turn me a million times stronger than I was seconds ago. Never mind that I was stronger than her to begin with.

“Are you going to do as you’re told? Will you beg?”

Spit dribbles down her chin. I lean in to lick it, pushing the butt plug in deeper. The end almost disappears in her mouth. She screams louder, eyes wider. I scare her.

“Be a good slut and beg me to come home early. Apologize for saying another man’s name.Hisname.”

She pinches her lips. Throws her fists at me one last time.

There they are. The tears of humiliation. Her body’s way of telling me how much she gets off on this.

“You hate this, don’t you?”

She nods, pressing her fists to my chest. Pushing me away. Pleading with me to stay.

I’m still fucking her mouth as I slide a hand down her body. Two fingers go into her heat, making her thighs clench.

“Ah. No panties. And soaked. Yes, Ophelia.” Her pussy contracts around me. Squeezing me as I pump two fingers into her. “Oh, you hate this. You hate me. Hate being humiliated.”

Her “No” is murmured. Her hips thrust into me.

Her arousal runs down my hand.

I pull my fingers and the butt plug out. “Hands and knees.”

“Asshole owner.” Ophelia’s fight shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.

“Lose the shirt.”

It’s sexy as hell to watch her whip it off her body. To see her kneeling before me, her fingers pointing at my shoes. All the while, her face is an image of indignation.

“Who will you be thinking about when I’m gone today?” I twirl the plug in my hand. Swipe my tongue on it, tasting her spit. Marveling at how her cheeks flush.

Her chin dips. The submissive gesture doesn’t fool me. She looks at me beneath her thick lashes, fuming. “You.”

“The truth now.” I lean so that my forearm perches on the island. When I nudge her chin with the tip of my shoe, she growls at me. “Me or Topher?”

Of course I know the answer.

It’s my name she whispers in my bed. In her sleep.

It’s me she gives her body to over and over.

But making her admit it while she’s on the floor embarrasses her.

Embarrassment makes her wet.

“You.”

“Hmm.” Pretending to be bored when my dick throbs in my pants is a hardship. “I’m not sure that I believe you. Prove it to me. Beg.”

“Please.” Ophelia takes initiative, this gorgeous, feral creature. Curls her fingers around the side of my dress shoe. Keeps gazing at me as she raises it to her mouth and kisses thetip. Her eyes are still very much furious. “Owner. Come home early. Please. Oh. And I’m so sorry for saying Topher’s name. Please forgive me. Please.”

Fuck. Me.

All it took was being her monster. All it took was showing her, in my fucked-up way, that I?—

No. Yes, I?—

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