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She looked disappointed. I decided not to tell her when I would be back. My journal was waiting for me. I locked her bedroom door behind me and made my way into my bedroom.

Just another few days, and she would be ready.

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I wore my blue shirt that brought out my eyes and combed my hair until it sat perfectly how I wanted it. I added a touch of Cologne. I put my black-rimmed glasses on before going to unlock Faye’s door for dinner.

She was lying on the bed wearing a white T-shirt. I needed to order her some clothes. Her head jerked up as I walked inside.

“Dinner is ready,” I said pleasantly.

She had a small smile on her face as she nodded. Her hair had been combed but now looked tousled. I liked the wild look on her. I couldn't wait to fuck her outside under the warmth of the summer sunshine.

I had set dinner up in the dining room and led her there. I pulled my chair out and sat down. When she was about to walk towards her seat, I cleared my throat. Her pale blue eyes met mine. Her dark, scarred cheek stood out against her pale skin.

“I think you're forgetting something. How about you crawl underneath the table until you remember?”

Her mouth opened, but she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled under the table. I had silver cloches covering dinner, so I wasn't worried about the food getting cold. When I felt her touch my shin. I opened my legs and let her unzip my trousers. For her ease, I had foregone my usual underwear. My eyes closed when she pulled my cock out of my trousers and began to lick and suck on my dick as her hand wanked my dick. I rested my head on the back of my chair, enjoying her efforts in sucking my cum out.

I needed a little more this evening.

Giving her no warning, I gripped her by the back of her head and pushed her face down on my dick. Her head was away from the table as I had moved my chair back for this very reason. I wanted to watch her choke on my cock.

She let out little grunts as I thrust my hips upwards while holding her down. She gagged while I gasped, feeling my cock slip into her tight hole. I grinned when I felt her saliva drip down my cock. It would only assist me in fucking her throat.

When I felt her trying to pull back, my grip tightened on her head.

“Ah-Ah. Bad little lamb. You will learn to swallow my cock down your neck,” I growled at her.

Her eyes instantly glanced up at me while I smiled at her. There were tears running down one side of her face.

“Now, keep swallowing. I won't be happy if dinner gets cold,” I said, pushing myself further down her neck and watching as she struggled to take my girth.

I held her while I fucked my cock in and out of her, each time sinking a little further inside her neck. She straightened out her tongue and allowed me inside. I pushed her head down the final few inches, listening to her trying to breathe through her nose.

I pushed my chair back and stood up, holding her against my pelvis. My hand ran down to her neck, where I felt the bulge of my dick inside her. I pulled back slightly, and she sucked in some air before I thrust my cock back inside her. She held her mouth open wide, allowing me to fuck her faster. I ignored her choking noises and groaned when I felt her drool down my balls.

My balls tightened, and I fucked her deeper, feeling every part of her neck as I plunged inside her.

“Here it comes, straight into your belly,” I panted, and I leaned down and held her head against me as my dick jerked inside her before spitting my cum down her neck.

My eyes closed as I enjoyed the remnants of the best blow job I’d ever had.

Chapter 21

Faye

As soon as he pulled out of my mouth, I let go of him and gasped for air. My eyes were still watering when something white was shoved before my face. I felt him clean my chin and mouth before he opened up the napkin to clean himself off.

“Good Girl, you can eat now.”

I crawled away from him before standing up and walking to my chair. My throat felt abused and tender while he calmly zipped himself up and poured us some wine.

I took a sip before lifting the metal dome from my plate.

Fuck. The sore throat had been worth it.

On a bed of wilted spinach was a selection of winter vegetables with a piece of sliced chicken. It looked like cracked pepper on top, and there was a wedge of lemon that I squeezed over my food.

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