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“Atlas….” She was breathing very fast, but I could tell she was trying to resist the pull of pleasure. “Listen. I might be able?—”

I silenced her with a hard kiss then lifted my head. “What did I say?” I demanded.

“You said…” She took a panting breath. “ You said…no.”

“I did.” I slid my fingers from her and held them up, both of them wet with evidence of her pleasure. “And you know what happens when you disobey, don’t you?”

She swallowed, her gaze pinned to mine as she took fast little breaths. “Y-yes.”

“Say it.”

“I…I don’t get to come.”

“No, you don’t. And even when you get yourself off, it’s not as good as when I do it is it beauty?”

She shook her head wordlessly, because she knew the drill as well as I did.

“Open your mouth,” I ordered.

She took a shuddering breath, clearly debating whether to obey or not, but she was a slave to her own need as much as I was, and she did as she was told, her mouth opening like a flower.

Slowly I eased my fingers between her lips. “Taste how much better it is when I make you wet,” I murmured. “Suck my fingers, beautiful little fuck toy. Taste yourself.”

She watched me as her tongue touched my fingers, as her lips firmed around them and she began to suck, shivering as she tasted her own wetness.

“See?” I said softly. “See how good it feels to do as you’re told?”

I reached down and jerked down my zipper, getting my cock out. Then I dug the fingers of my other hand into her bare butt cheek and pulled her to the edge of the vanity. “Spread yourself for me,” I ordered. “And do it now or else I’ll leave you here suffering.”

Trembling, she pulled up the hem of her dress and slipped a hand between her thighs without hesitation. Pleasure was rising in her cheeks, suffusing her face with glorious pink, and a band around my heart that I hadn’t even realized was there, loosened. She wasn’t afraid anymore, only desperate, and for me.

The possessive urge I couldn’t control around her, wrapped a hand around my throat and I looked down, wanting to see the moment her pretty pink pussy stretched around my cock. “Jesus,” I murmured as I slid into her. “You’re tight, toy. I like it.”

She was shaking, sucking my fingers hard as I slid deeper. She wanted to get off, I could see how her fingertips were drifting toward her clit.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” I growled in warning. “That pussy is mine and I’m the only one who gets make you come, understand?”

Her hand dropped away instantly, the look in her eyes taking on that desperate quality that I liked so much, a moan escaping her throat. If my fingers weren’t in her mouth, she’d be calling my name already and so quickly too.

Pleasure tightened its grip on me, her desperation adding to mine. I let go of her butt cheek and reached up instead, putting my hand around her throat and gripping her possessively. That was now my favorite way to fuck her, one hand on her throat and my dick deep inside her, and I knew she got off on it too.

She groaned again as my grip on her firmed, her mouth sucking harder on my fingers as I began to move, thrusting deep inside her.

“You do as you’re told,” I said roughly, giving into the heat being generated between us. “You’ll stay here and you won’t set a fucking foot outside, not even one.”

She nodded frantically, still sucking my fingers, her sly little tongue lapping at them as I began to up the rhythm of my hips. Her hands dug into biceps as she tried to brace herself, and the feel of her clinging to me, of her hungry little pussy clamping around me, of her frantic pulse between my palm all become something feral and wild.

I jerked my fingers from her mouth and replaced them with my lips, delivering a hard, savage kiss, even as I pushed my wet fingers down between us and found her clit, pressing down hard on it.

She jerked, crying out, her pussy clamping hard around my dick, and the orgasm that had been lurking at the base of my spine, suddenly roared over me like a tidal wave. I growled against her mouth as it came for me, the sweetness of her own shudders intensifying everything.

As the orgasm rushed through me, I let go of her throat and took my other hand from between her thighs, gipping her hips and pulling her hard into me as it overcame all my senses. And I held her tight in my arms, the certainty that had been there before only hardening.

No one was going take my child and no one was going to take her, either.

I would keep them both.

Whether she wanted it or not.

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