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He narrows his eyes at me as he looks over his shoulder. "You do realize that this is a one-and-done thing, right? You will never trick me like that again."
"I know this, which is why I'm making the most of it while I can." I give him a toothy grin.
"I know how much of a pain slut you are, so I won't be threatening with that kind of punishment. Be a good girl, and I won't edge you for as long as you deserve."
I gulp at this. If there is anything that I hate more, it's edging, and Bain is the master of it. So, being the dutiful submissive, I slowly start working theplug in. He struggles, and as soon as the largest part of the metal plug goes in, he grunts.
"Fuck!"
"There you go, Daddy. You're all plugged up." He had picked a simple metal plug, unlike the gemmed ones that he likes seeing peeking out of my ass. However, this isn't about aesthetics, so it doesn't matter. "Stand up."
Pushing himself off the bed, he turns and faces me; he's still hard. Placing my hand on his chest, I drag it down until I get to where I want it to go and wrap my hand around his girth. I give it a few strokes, watching as his eyes close, and he begins to enjoy the feel of my hand.
"Can I stroke it with my mouth, Daddy?"
His eyes snap open, and I see the answer in them. I drop to my knees and give him exactly what he wants. I play with his ball sac and the taint in between. I look up at him when he grips my hair and stills my head.
"I'm going to use this mouth hard, pretty girl, and then I'm going to blow inside it, and you're going to swallow it all. Is that okay by you?"
He already had me had me atI'm going to use this mouth hard.
"Fuck, pretty girl. Your mouth is heaven; I could die right now and not have a care in the world." Bain has hold of my head as he thrusts into my mouth harshly. "You think you can dominate me and not pay the price? Fucking play with that clit, but don't you dare come."
I want to laugh, but it's kind of hard to do with a mouth full of dick. Instead, I moan and hum, vibrating his cock, and he curses before pulling out of my mouth. This is the second time he's done this. He refuses to come just yet, wanting to make this hole just as sore as my other ones.
He gazes down at me when he slips it in for the third time. "This is it, pretty girl; make sure you swallow it all." He proceeds to pound into me, releasing himself deep into my throat, grunting and groaning as he does. "Ah, you're so beautiful when you're down on your knees taking yourDaddy'scock so prettily."
"Mm…" It's the only sound I can make as I swallow everything he's giving me.
After a few more jerks, Bain stands there, watching to make sure I take everything he's given me without pulling out of my mouth. He caresses myhead, smiling adoringly at me. I will never tire of how father and son stare at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world to them.
"You are fucking perfect. You know that, Ryan? Do you know how hard it is to find a woman I respect in daily lifeandwhen she's on her knees before me?" We stay as we are, him gazing down at me while I remain on my knees with his still-hardened cock resting in my mouth. "However, it doesn't matter how much respect I have for you, pretty girl; I still want to throw you down, restrain you, and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you until you are dripping with my cum from every fucking hole for days, even while wearing a damn plug in my ass. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I just can't get enough of you."
He finally pulls out slowly, and I don't bother wiping my face because I know he likes seeing me a mess. I'm mesmerized by the way he looks right at this moment, and I find myself pleading, "Can you please fuck me now, Daddy?"
Fifty-Six
Ryan
I'm sitting in my office, trying to complete some last-minute paperwork before I leave with the guys for a whole week. I genuinely feel bad that I'm leaving again, even if it's only for seven days. I know Heather and Laney will take good care of the Foundation, and Chloe has also been getting more involved with it in recent weeks.
Oh, Chloe.
I'm not sure what to think about her. I was so upset finding her and Baxter that day, but after saying what she did when trying to explain it, I realized that I was being too harsh. I, of all people, should know better. Understandably, I wasn't captive for as long as she was, but I was still starting to fall for one of my captors, or so I thought.
Baxter wasn't her captor; he was a victim as much as she was, and they found solace in one another. There are days when I don't feel attractive anymore. After being used the way I was, I still feel dirty at times, and I'm so worried that Bain and Beau will see all the filth one of these days and be disgusted. That's how Chloe felt after coming home.
Beau and I talked about it, and he told me that she was excited yet nervous about coming home. She was afraid that Bain wouldn't want her. I feel guilty for having a part in all this. Had I not been messing around with Bain all those months, and had we not fallen in love with one another, Bain most likely would have welcomed her with more love.
He was torn between loving me and trying to do right by his first love after all these years of him thinking she was dead. They would be together right now—wouldn't they?I don't know why I torture myself like this. I guess I'm so used to things going wrong in my life that I conjure up all kinds of scenarios just to cause more conflict within an already damaged psyche.
I jump when the cell phone in my bag rings, hurrying to grab it from the clutter inside before it hangs up. I smile as I answer it, "Hey, pretty mamma! How are you doing?"
"Oh, you know, getting fat and developing cankles. Thank you so much for asking," Liv says dryly, then chuckles. "No, I'm actually pretty good. The baby is also doing very well. In fact, I have the results from the ultrasound I just had."
Gasping, I bounce in my chair excitedly and squeal, "You have the sex of the baby?"
"I do, but it's in an enclosed envelope," she tells me.
