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With her body tensed up as she feels her way through her mind numbing orgasm, I take control and start slamming my hips into her, riding out her orgasm with her. Her body is still in shock as I feel myself climbing toward my own release, and with a cry nearly as loud as hers, I spill inside of her. My orgasm explodes out of me as tingles cover my body from head to toe.

“Fuck, Ainsley,” I grunt as I pump into her a few more times, trying to make my orgasm last as long as possible.

This may have been a punishment, but we need to do this again. This was amazing for both of us.

The sounds of our heavy breathing fill the room as we both work on coming down from our highs, and once she collapses against me, I know neither of us is going to be moving anytime soon.

I can feel my cum leaking out of her and onto me as she rests on top of me, and if I had any energy left, I would want to do it all over again.

Gently, I roll her off of me and onto her side of the bed before covering her with the sheets and placing a gentle kiss against her temple. Her soft snores are already filling the room as exhaustion wins.

“Such a good girl,” I praise her, even though she can’t hear me.

Chapter 30

The Monster

Exhaustion is creeping into my mind as well, but my job isn’t over yet. With Ainsley’s heavy breathing soothing the anger flaring back up, I reach over to the nightstand and grab my phone.

It doesn’t take me long to edit the video so I can send it as my ultimate form of punishment. With the video sent, I type out a quick message to get my point across.

ME: Do you see how she craves me? My touch, my cock, me. Not you. It will never be you. Never lay your hands on my girl again.

As much as I hate having another man see her like that, he won’t be able to see much. The camera has night vision on it, but details of her naked body stayed hidden. Especially since she was on top of me, facing away from the camera. He’ll get a nice view of her ass and my name carved into her skin, but that’s about it.

A million ideas for punishing her ran through my mind while I laid in her bed, but none of them sounded as good as making him watch her come undone for me. Except edging her, of course, but that was part of it. I had to drive her wild so she wouldn’t be able to go to bed without having me first. The video I sent him cut out everything we did beforehand, and started with the way she gripped me under the sheets and begged me to let her suck my cock.

I thought about cutting the audio out, but I wanted him to hear how she begged me. He needed to hear how she speaks to me when no one is listening. He wants to call her a whore, but he has no idea just how far she’ll go for the pleasure only I can give her.

Ainsley is still too innocent to understand how a man works. When he admitted that he’s in love with her, and she allowed him to hold her, she was giving him an invitation. He would have seen that as a sign that he still had a chance.

I needed him to know that’s not the case. Ainsley belongs to me, and only me, and I will never allow that to change.

I wish I could convince her to stop being his friend altogether, but I know that won’t happen. They’ve been inseparable since they were children, and his family treats her as their own. I can’t just rip her away from that, though if he tries anything with her, I may not have a choice.

Beside me, Ainsley stirs as she feels her way across the bed, looking for me. Her heavy breathing has turned shallow and erratic, telling me the nightmares are trying to take hold of her.

Without waking her, I drop my phone back on the nightstand and pull her into my side so I can wrap my arms around her. She breathes a sigh of relief in her sleep as she soaks up my comfort, and together, we drift into a peaceful sleep.

“Holy shit,” I hear someone exclaim from behind me. I turn my head to look over my shoulder, where I find one of Ainsley’s friends staring at me like I walked straight out of a dream she had. She’s looking me up and down like she can’t believe I’m actually here, standing in her kitchen.

“Good morning,” I greet her. If I remember correctly, this one is Cassie. She was with Ainsley in the Halloween shop when we met for the first time, and I didn’t miss what she was saying as I walked away. “I hope you’re hungry, I’m making omelets for everyone.”

I turn around to face her after placing the omelet I was just cooking on a plate, and offer it to her. There wasn’t much to work with in the fridge, other than the last of the eggs I’m using and a few vegetables I was able to cut up and add in. I plan on remedying that while they’re all in class today. I need to make sure Ainsley has enough to eat during the week since she insists on staying here, and I want to make sure it’s not all junk.

Cassie doesn’t reach out for the plate, nor does she shut her mouth that’s hanging wide open as she looks me up and down.

“Ainsley!” she shouts, loud enough to wake up others in the building. When I came out here to cook, Ainsley was getting into the shower. I wanted to have breakfast ready for her before she had to leave for her first class.

She comes barreling out of her room now, her hair wet and only dressed in a sports bra and leggings. Her eyes land on Cassie first, still standing as still as a statue. Ainsley looks confused until she follows Cassie’s gaze to me.

Her eyes land on my ruffled hair, still messed up from sleep and from the way she ran her fingers through it last night. The reminder makes me smirk, which is the next thing her eyes land on. Slowly, her eyes drift, landing on the tattooed bite mark on my neck, to the tattoos covering my muscles, and down to her name carved into my skin.

When her eyes land on my gray sweatpants, I accept that I might have to snap both her and her friend out of their trances, but she does it herself. Ainsley clears her throat as she pulls her eyes from the outline of my cock through my pants and finds an ever bigger smirk on my face.

She finds my eyes trained on her nearly exposed breasts, almost overflowing in that sports bra. The sight makes my cock twitch in my pants, which neither of them miss.

Just then, her other friend groggily steps out of her room. “What’s going on?”

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