Page 36 of My Bratva Dom

He delivers a sharp smack to my ass, and I scream. The toys still lodged deep inside.

Each strike jolts through me. Vibrating, stretching, punishing.

Five. Ten. Fifteen. I lose count. Writhing, trembling, my clit throbbing, pussy and asshole contracting over silicone. My vision is blurry with tears of overwhelming sensations. My mindfilled with his presence. All he’s doing to me. And how much I’m loving it.

By the time he stops, I’m sobbing and trembling.

He pulls me upright, holds my face in his hands, staring into my eyes.

“Look at me.”

I force myself to obey, struggling to focus.

“You fell apart so fucking beautifully for me, sweet girl. Fucking broke wide open.”

He presses a kiss to my lips.

“Yes, Sir,” I choke out.

His mouth crashes into mine again, deep, wet, and ravenous. He kisses me like he fucking owns me. Made me. Like he’s licking life itself off my tongue.

His hands grope my tits, his mouth dragging down to bite one hard nipple. And I cry out. Then it’s the other’s turn. Aslan licks, sucks, slaps them, making me moan and arch into his touch.

His fingers return to my clit, pinching, rolling, pulling, while the toys inside me pulse with each heartbeat.

“You’re mine,” he growls. “My good girl. My slutty little brat.”

Twenty Four

Aslan

Tina’s still asleep when I return to the room. I laid her there hours ago, leaving her to rest. I had to walk away. That was enough for one night and one morning. A good dom takes care of his sub. He doesn’t just keep taking. And if I had stayed, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands to myself.

She’s curled on her side, with her hair tangled, her bare shoulder peeking from under my sheets. She looks so young, so fucking soft. Perfect. All mine.

I sit on the edge of the bed, just watching her for a moment, letting the tension seep from my muscles. For the first time in weeks, my mind isn’t a battlefield. A prison where I hold back and fight my every instinct to claim my girl.

She’s here. In my house. In my bed. Where she belongs. And I’m not letting her go. Not now. Not ever.

Her lashes flutter open, that full, tempting mouth parting on ayawn.

“You’re staring,” she mumbles, stretching, making the sheet slide down and reveal the full, juicy tits I feasted on earlier. So fucking sexy.

I grin, trying to convince my throbbing cock we can wait and let her fully wake. But i can’t help running my hand between her breasts, cupping their heavy weight, rubbing slow circles over her nipples.

“You look good in my bed.”

Tina arches into my touch, moaning and biting her bottom lip. Her round hips swirling.

She sounds breathy when she replies, “You like watching me sleep?”

I keep playing with her tits. “Fucking love it.”

She shivers. “Creep.”

I chuckle. “I like watching you sleep in my bed after I’ve made you come over and over.”

“Me too.” Her smile is a mix of arousal and tenderness, and fuck if that doesn’t wreck me all over again.

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