Page 70 of Tempest

“You want to call me anything, it’s master. Sir. Sire. I don’t give a fuck. Just not that.”

Ardyn nods. I debate removing my hand, then rethink it and instead use my other to cock her hips up once more.

My dick slips into her like she’s already forged its shape. I lose myself in her heat. My hand stays over her mouth as she garbles something between moans, but I’m not focused on her pleasure. She’s shown me enough as it is—for this Nick.

It’s time for me to take, and I slam into her with enough force to leave bruises. I tilt the chair until I’m at the perfect degree and can go as deep as possible while she’s made immobile.

Her small hips try to meet my thrusts. The only movement she makes as I bring myself to the edge and explode inside her so thoroughly that she’ll be leaking cum when she hobbles out of here.

If I let her go.

The chair’s front legs slam to the ground when I release her and back away, hands on my hips as I heave and regain breath.

Ardyn pants, too, and I give her the once-over with a wry smile. That was the biggest orgasm of my life and I didn’t even have my sex partner as a witness.

“Good girl,” I say now. “For giving it up to me so easily.”

“You’re welcome,” she murmurs, struggling slightly against her bindings. I bet she’s hurting now. I stretched her like a used hair tie.

“… Tempest.”

My entire body goes cold.

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