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“Yes, ma’am,” I answer right away, surprised at how much I enjoy her bossy side.

I stay silent as our hips clash, meeting each other thrust for thrust. My thumb continues its strokes, bringing her closer to her orgasm. Instead of pleasure on her face, though, I see frustration.

“I said stop distracting me, not stay silent. I like it when you talk -” She cuts herself off as she tries to think of a nice way to put it. “When you say -”

I chuckle, deciding to put her out of her misery. “You like it when I talk dirty to you? You want me to tell you that you’re my good little slut, taking my cock like it was made just for you?”

She moans as she grabs my shoulders, sinking herself onto me as my words start to affect her and bring her closer to the edge. I stop the motion of my thumb, pulling her hand down to replace mine as mine snakes around her, finding the tight hole I breached for the first time last night.

“Relax for me, baby,” I instruct her. She does as she’s told, though her face is painted with uncertainty. My thumb pushes inside her tight hole, feeling as she relaxes and opens up for me. Fuck, I can’t wait for that to be my cock.

“You like it when I’m filling your holes? Just wait, Ainsley. One of these days, I’ll have my cock in your ass, a vibrator in your pussy, and a gag in your mouth.”

She whimpers at the image I’m painting in her mind, strumming herself faster as she focuses on it.

“Picture it, my little succubus. Your gorgeous, round ass pushed up against me while it takes the brutal thrusts of my cock. Your pussy quivering around the vibrator as orgasm after orgasm slams into you. Drool dripping out around a gag as you try to tell me how fucking good it feels. Would you like that, baby?”

“Yes!” she screams as her pussy clenches around me, her orgasm finally slamming into her.

“That’s right, baby.” My thrusts speed up, no longer waiting for her to finish before I can find my own pleasure. “Cry out my name while you come all over my cock. Do it.”

“Monster,” she answers with a growl. I slam into her one last time, spilling inside of her while her pussy continues gripping onto me tightly, pulling every drop of my orgasm out of me.

“Next time, you won’t be allowed to come until you say my name,” I threaten her.

“There won’t be a next time.”

Chapter 7

Ainsley

“Iwant to go to Ethan’s,” I announce as the monster carries me to the jacuzzi tub I’ve missed more than anything else in this house.

Well, that’s not true. I’ve missed the monster the most, but I won’t allow myself to admit that. The longer I’m here, the more he’s breaking down my walls. And it’s only been a single night. This is why I preferred to avoid him and only think of him as a monster instead of the man I fell in love with.

Because I don’t love him anymore.

Last night was about guilt. I felt bad for how badly I hurt him, and seeing the physical representation of that on his skin broke me. I made it up to him the only way I knew how.

This morning, well, that’s a different story. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and telling him about my dream. I admitted feelings to him I’d never even admitted to myself until then. He calmed me down, making me feel safe until I fell asleep again. The next thing I remember is dreaming about the first night I slept with him. When I orgasmed in the dream, I woke up and found him inside me.

It was hard to fight myself so I didn’t climb him like I was desperate, but when he pulled me on top of him, I couldn’t stop myself. I needed him. I’ve never felt so confused before.

It’s like I’m reliving the bad and the good. The torture of being sold to Carlos and thinking the monster was dead on one side of the coin, but the good times the monster and I had together on the other side.

The meaning of the two dreams in the same night isn’t lost on me. To have the good, I have to accept the bad that comes with it. Can I do that?

All those months ago, I said no. That’s why I left him.

Since then?

I’ve become stronger. Maybe not physically, but mentally. No one will ever manipulate me as easily as Carlos did. Nobody will ever break me like that again.

Does that mean I’m ready for the dangerous life the monster is offering me? No, I’m not, and I don’t know if I ever will be. Which is why I need to keep pushing him away. I can’t let myself get attached to him again.

Which is a very hard thought to have as he gently massages soap into my scalp, making my entire body relax into the warm water. I missed this jacuzzi, but I miss him pampering me in it, more.

My mind flashes back to the last time we were here together. How afraid he was to touch me as I confessed everything to him. The bruises that painted my skin that night. The way I needed to feel him all over me. It was the only thing that would have comforted me that night, even if I wasn’t planning to leave the next day.

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