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“What are you thinking about?” he demands.

“Just… how sweet it is.”

He darts his hands out, grabs onto my hips. I let out a trembling sigh that sounds more like a moan. My head feels light from the intimacy. My body responds far too quickly, too enthusiastically.

“Tell the truth,” he says sternly.

“Stop bossing me around.”

“Stop pretending you don’t like it.”

“I don’t,” I murmur, but my voice is weak with falsehood.

“This is the book series you mentioned,” he says.

“I just told you it’s the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me. What more do you need?”

“For you to stop looking at me like I’m a monster. Or, if Iama monster, for you to stop pretending you want me to be an angel.” He sinks his touch into my hips, pulling me against him. “You want to pretend you’re tricking me – or that you’re here against your will – or that I’m the bad guy… the truth, Keepsake? You fucking want this as badly as I do.”

He spins me around so that I’m facing away from him, then drives his stiff steel against my ass. I gasp and grind against him,his tension caressing me. He’s different than he’s been before. After the run-in with Mason, it’s like something has awoken inside of him, a feral shade of hunger.

He slips his hand around to my shorts, then roughly pulls them down with my underwear, leaving them tangled around my knees.

Stop, I attempt to say, but not very hard. Slickness slides down my legs, tickling me as my need rises like a crescendo.

“You want yourWardento take control,” he snarls, gently pushing against my upper back so that I’m bent over.

I grip the edge of the couch, my head light with lust and emotion. How can this man, this beast, be the same person who gave me such a thoughtful gift?

“I’ll prove it.”

He spanks my ass. When I moan, he growls, “You can pretend, Keepsake, to me, to yourself, but your horny, perfect lust can’t lie.”

He spanks me again.

CHAPTER 13

DOM

I’ve lost my mind. Anger turns to desire, rage to lust, as I stare down at the thick round globes of her juicy ass. My tip inflamed, pushing against my zipper like it’s trying to explode.

Her ass ripples when I spank her a third time. She moans, looking at me over her shoulder, complicatedly complicit, indulging in her illicit need, lying to herself, claiming she doesn’t desire it.

“You’re moaning every. Fucking. Time.”

I spank her twice more, staring in awe at the juices sliding down her thighs. Her pussy flutters for me, her pinkness beckoning, her nub swollen as if desperate for my touch, her folds looking ready to be lavished with attention.

“You’re not in charge.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

I bring my finger to her mouth. “Suck – now.”

She whimpers like she’s going to say no, but then her lust takes over and she sucks on my finger, bobbing her head. I pull my finger free and bring it to her naked pussy, pushing against her, feeling her inexperienced tightness wrapping around me.

My cock pulses as I imagine her wrapped around my dick, her pussy slipping all the way to my base. She gasps, pressing against the couch so that she can push back against my finger.

“You want to…” Her moans make my balls swell. “Keep me here…” she gasps as I push deeper inside of her. “As yourplaything.”

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