Page 38 of A Sixpence For Your Shoe

Her body starts to shake beneath me and those cute little moans of hers get faster and louder. Her pussy tightens over my cock, and I can feel the moment her orgasm hits her.

She goes rigid as her muscles tense down. Her ass locks over the dildo and her pussy tightens onto my cock.

I can’t hold back, with her spasming beneath me, my cock gets harder, and I explode inside her.

For a moment all I can do is breathe.

Pure, heavenly bliss fills every cell in my body. I look down at Misha, still locked beneath me with the dildo in her ass.

Without a word I pull it out of her, and she squeals in pain. I laugh. Then I pull my cock out of her, still hard, but satisfied.

I push off from the bed and walk out of the room.

“Vincent?” She whispers from the darkness of her bed.

“No, you cannot sleep with me tonight. Go to bed. I might forgive you in the morning.”

I have every intention of going to my room, climbing into my bed, and getting some rest.

But when her quiet little voice, filled with disappointment murmurs “Oh. Ok.” I can’t walk away.

My jaw clenches and the muscles ache over my face. I can’t walk away.

It takes two steps to be next to the bed again. Bending down I scoop her into my arms and cradle her against my chest.

She snuggles into me immediately.

She is light as a feather, and I only set her down again once I am in my bedroom and I’ve pulled the blankets back. She grins, quickly getting comfortable in that gorgeous lingerie she taunted me with. What a delightful little plaything she is.

I climb beneath the blankets next to her and pull her close to me so that she’s lying on my chest.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask gently.

She shakes her head. “No. A little. But it’s ok.”

“Why do you enjoy the pain, little raven?” I ask, genuinely curious. What if I’m hurting her and she doesn’t really like it? Would I stop? I wouldn’t want to inflict pain on her against her will.

She giggles and looks up at me through thick, dark lashes. “I’m a little broken inside I guess.” She says mysteriously.

“Who broke you?”

“My father. The man before my father who broke my mother.”

I brush my fingers through her silky hair.

“Tell me about your father. You said he wasn’t with you anymore. What happened?”

“I killed him.”

Very few people are capable of surprising me, but right now I’m stunned to silence.

My heart beats steadily in my ears as I process what she’s just said.

“You killed your father? By accident?” I ask.

She shakes her head, her cheek brushing against me. “It wasn’t an accident. It was very intentional. I pushed him down the stairs after he tried to - um - hurt me.”

The thought of a man trying to hurt her has me wanting to bring him back from the dead just so that I can kill him all over again. But it appears that my dark little raven can take care of herself. A smile creeps its way onto my lips.

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