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“Then cum.”
My teeth sunk lightly into her thigh as I commanded her release, and she gave it up with utter perfection.
Her entire body contracted. Toes curled and back bowed.
The sweet sounds of her screams lifted into the air so loudly I was sure the entire dungeon could hear her. Christ, was that a thought!
“Again!” I yelled, plunging my fingers into her heat, and finding that spot. Exploiting it. Until she came again, flooding my hand, my arm, and the floor beneath us with her sweet cum.
“Yes! Yes! Please!” she cried out. Music to my goddamn ears. Her body writhed in search of something, anything. As she neared the crest of orgasm again, her pleas changed to those of protest. “Please stop! No more!” I chuckled in response, fully intending to make her continue until she had no voice left to protest with.
“Do not fucking stop!” My fingers didn’t let up, not for a single moment as orgasm after orgasm racked her body. Goosebumps erupted over her flesh, and I was half concerned her legs would cramp. That’s how tense she was.
“Again.” She whimpered under the pleasure-filled torture of my touch, my fingers pushing her further and further, unrelenting and unstopping.
“What a deliciously decedent little brat you are,” I nearly sneered at her. Goading a submissive like Meredith was a fucking delight. Watching her bratty attitude turn to simpering pleas and protests was heavenly.
Words of praise flowed from my lips as rapidly and as heavily as her cum flowed from her sopping wet pussy.
Leaning down over her body, I wrapped a hand around her throat again.
“Eyes here,” I said with a smirk.
Her gaze, hazy and half lost in her submission, stayed locked on me as I brought her to the edge over and over again. Once. Twice. Three times. Before finally slowing down and bringing her back down to Earth.
“Amazingly done,” I praised, my voice soft now. My hands ran over her body, giving her the touch she loved at the end of a scene like this. It had been quick, but it had been incredible.
“Thanks — ahem — thank you,” she sputtered out, her voice half hoarse from her screams. Ah, perfection.
We made quick work of the cleanup, or rather, I did, while Meredith sat happily wrapped up in a blanket with a packet of fruit snacks and a water bottle. We were used to the aftercare we both needed. Once the room was clean again, I helped her to her feet.
“You were incredible tonight, Mer,” I praised her, thanking her with all the sincerity I possessed.
“So were you, Ollie. You’re sure you don’t want a little help?” she asked, gesturing towards my cock.
“Yeah, I’m sure. This was exactly what I needed.” I kissed her softly, sweetly, and thanked her again for an incredible scene.
As I made my way out of Abditory, doing my best to bypass anyone I knew, I kept my mind as blank as I could.
I was satiated, fulfilled, and felt lighter than air. I just had to keep tomorrow’s problems in tomorrow and tonight’s enjoyment in the hours I had left.
With a smile on my face and quite the spring in my step, I got in my car and sped off towards home.
CHAPTER2
DELILAH
“Delilah!” My mother’s voice rose like a shrieking banshee from the first floor of our home. I did my best to suppress the way my entire body tensed at the grating sound of her voice. Setting down the clothing I was packing into the tiny suitcase, I made my way out of my bedroom and to the top of the rickety stairs that led up to this floor. It wasn’t intended to be inhabited. It was meant to be a simple attic used for storage. I supposed it worked. They just stored their unwanted daughter instead of boxes and such.
“Yes, mother?” I asked from the top of the stairs.
“Well, what are you waiting for? You may be on the hefty side, but that’s all the more reason to come down here to talk to me. Plus, I’m not going to holler up there,” she scoffed with a dramatic roll of her eyes. I made my way down the staircase, finally stopping before her. “Good. That was as good for you as it was for me to not have to yell,” she reminded, patting my stomach.
Don’t show emotion. Don’t show anything.
“Now, are you all packed up and ready to go?”
“Not quite yet, Mother. I was just finishing up,” I answered in a monotone voice.
