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She grunted, a frantic note to her voice. “I… that’s all I can do!”

“Yes, you can do more. Squeeze. Again. That’s a good girl.” I patted her bottom. “I know that feels so wrong, dirty. You’re right to feel that, but it’s okay. It’s all okay with me. I’m your sir. All you need to do is obey. Surrender to it. To me.”

I began to thrust in earnest then, faster and faster, until my belly smacked against her ass as I gripped her hips. My balls were already gathering tight, my orgasm near. I leaned over her as I drove relentlessly deep into her, murmuring in her ear, “It’s so unfair. Your bottom so full to bursting, filled in a way that’s so confusing and uncomfortable, and yet, you need it, you need it harder, you want it to hurt. You need to feel all that sensation, the shame of it, the degrading, confusing, contradictory pleasure. It feels good, but not quite good enough, even as it hurts, even as it makes you want to hide your face in the sheets like you are right now.”

The musky scent of my pre-cum was strong as I watched my gleaming, veined shaft retreat, then drive inside, disappearing into her again and again. Toward the end, her cries began to rise as I took her harder and harder, her soft buttocks rippling with each impact of my hips. I rained down spanks upon her ass, scolding her for not letting me go deeper, for not surrendering her ass even more to me.

“It’s so unfair. That nice, wet, needy cunt. Your throbbing, greedy clit. And neither of them gets anything.” I kissed her ear, loving how she was panting, begging in an inchoate, wordless trill as I slammed home inside her ass harder and harder. “How I get to come finally, and you never quite reach it. Oh, it’s so unfair.” She clenched especially hard at that, but I stroked her hair away from her face. “It’s okay, sweet girl, I know you like the unfairness too. Deep inside where your twisted lusts are, you need it. You crave it, even as your poor bottomhole aches, stretched so tightly around your sir’s thick cock.”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she finally said, breathless. It was the moment I knew I’d broken down her defenses, the moment I’d gotten her to surrender all.

I could hold off no longer, rearing back my head as I finished with a flurry of punishing thrusts, burying myself inside her then, holding myself as deep as I could go, her buttocks trembling against me, the backs of her thighs silky with sweat. I bit into the join of her shoulder and neck, as spurt after spurt of my semen jetted deep inside her, until she moaned, until the slickness flooded back out around me, coating my balls, dripping to the bedspread below.

We collapsed like that together, my erection still staking her sore, spasming ass. Her entire body trembled, sweat gleaming upon her skin. She was practically panting.

Then something happened that I hadn’t expected at all. A protective urge grew within me, unaccountable, inexplicable. And utterly contradictory. Even though I’d just ruthlessly plundered her body, all I wanted to do was wrap her up in my arms, hold her until sleep eventually claimed her. Keep her safe.

Safe from whom?

But I knew.

I held her long into the night, until I finally slipped from the clutch of her bottom. I rolled her over onto her side then, careful not to wake her, one of my hands cupped possessively under the heavy weight of her breasts.

And like that, wrapped about her body, protecting, shielding her from all that could possibly harm her, I embraced the black oblivion of slumber.

CHAPTER 36

Rick

I knew it was trouble when Chester showed up unannounced. An aura of calm confidence exuded from his every feature as he took a seat in the rickety chair in front of my desk, the old wood creaking under the man’s considerable bulk. The smallest smile quirked his lips.

His gaze suddenly grew flinty, a cold certitude clear in his eyes. “I should have known you’d try to make a deal with that prick.” He practically sneered the words. “I told you what I wanted from you. I wanted him gone, out of the picture. Instead, you had to play nice guy with him.”

Cold dread sank deep in my belly. I suspected Chester would be angry when he found out what we’d done. I’d hoped that anger would be short-lived, however.

I was wrong.

Chester was livid, and the fact the dangerous kingpin was sitting in front of me—in my office no less—was a very, very bad sign. I opened my mouth to speak, but Chester cut me off.

“I can’t trust you anymore, Trafford. You can’t be relied upon when it’s required. A man is no good to me if he can’t perform when the times call for it.” Chester shrugged, the nonchalance even more unsettling with his gimlet gaze still fixed upon me. “Which is why I’ve decided I’m going to be getting into the security business. Your security business.”

I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. “What?”

“Oh, yes. I’m going to buy it from you.” The glint in his eyes was pure predatory avarice. “And you’re going to sell it to me. For one dollar.”

I shook my head. “No fucking way. I’m not selling,” I said, raising my chin. I gritted my teeth so hard, I wondered if one of them would break. “Nobody could run it without me.”

Chester’s icy laughter held not an ounce of mirth or genuine humor. I wasn’t sure the asshole was even capable of such a thing.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll sell soon enough—if you want to keep Geneva in your life, that is.” The sneer on his lips as he said it made the man look particularly ugly in that moment.

My chest tightened with the rage just beginning to bubble up inside me. Chester understood the leverage he had on me; I would do whatever it took to make sure she stayed with me. I closed my eyes, willing myself to remain composed, and not succumb to the fury I feared would overtake me at any moment.

“I’ll even let you keep your job. But I’ll be your owner.” Mockery and arrogance dripped from every word. “I should warn you, though, that approximately two seconds after you sign the paperwork, I’ll be on the hunt for new management for my new company.” Steel crept into Chester’s baritone voice. “And when I do find that ideal candidate… I’ll fire your fucking ass. How does that sound, Trafford? Shitcanned from the very company you founded?” Chester’s eyes practically danced with delight. “And it’ll still have your goddamned name on the letterhead!” Chester dissolved into laughter, wiping at his eyes.

“You’re not going to find a soul who’d take the job. None of my people, that’s for sure.”

Chester winked at me. “I’ve also heard about your lieutenant—Viola’s her name, if I’m not mistaken. Apparently, she does the majority of the heavy lifting these days. If you were to sell, she would be the natural choice for the new management at Trafford Security, don’t you think?”

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