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“Keep going,” I say, biting down on her neck. I direct her to lift and lower her hips just enough to tease myself.

I wonder how long I can hold out—but I’m already so hard, and my balls are growing tight with the need to come.

“I give, I give!” Stef says, tossing the controller onto the couch beside us and turning. She starts to lean in for a kiss, then she hesitates. “I’m sorry, Master. I’ll keep playing.”

Despite the honorific, she’d forgotten who I am to her, for even just a moment.

I growl and lift her up to spread her out on the couch. Stef squeaks, peering up at me with wide eyes, but I get my cock into her once more, leaning down to catch her lips in a brutal kiss.

Somehow, it feels like she’s smiling, and she wraps her arms around my shoulders.

I nip at her lips, kissing and marking every part of her I can reach while brutally fucking her.

I realize my own lips are curved up into a smile as well.

I don’t think I’ve ever had fun with sex.

She’s the most passionate she’s ever been, throwing her head back when my lips and teeth find her shoulder again. I’ve never heard her moan this loudly, and she’s never been this wet before. She clings to me in a death grip, like something might change if she relaxes her grip for even a second.

I’ve been teasing her—and myself—for so long that I’m already close. I speed up, thrusting even harder into her. With one hand, I fumble for her clit, rubbing insistently.

“Come,” I order.

Stef squeezes her eyes closed, and it doesn’t take her long to begin trembling. Her orgasm stays at bay for only a few seconds, then I can see it as it overtakes her—and I can feel it, too, as her cunt tightens impossibly around my cock.

I give in to the sensations and come directly into her, luxuriating in the feeling of her milking my cock dry.

When I come down from the orgasm, I stare down at Stef. She’s panting hard, her face red and a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead. Her eyes look dazed, and her mouth is slightly agape.

I bend down to kiss her, more gently this time.

It doesn’t mean anything.

I’m not in love.

But I won’t let anything jeopardize this, whatever it is. Not my family, not my friends, and certainly not some weaselly little fuck who thinks he can blackmail me.

CHAPTER 26

Stef

I hum to myself as I clean up the dishes from breakfast, eschewing putting them in the dishwasher in favor of washing them by hand to give myself something to do for a few minutes. I’ve already gone through most of the discussions on the recipes in the cookbooks Hunter gave me. While I’m allowed to game and watch TV during the day after I exercise, I’m starting to get restless and bored.

Still, I can’t deny my good mood as I head to the living room to find something to entertain myself with.

I go to the bookshelf, and I smile a little to see so many of Hunter’s textbooks and manuals lined up neatly on a few of the shelves. It sends a strange sense of wistfulness through me, though.

What would’ve happened if I had graduated high school and gone to college?

If I’d really wanted to become an actress, and Hunter was willing to allow me to try to make it a viable career? I don’t want to, but the option of doing something with my life is an alluring one.

It makes my smile drop, though, because I haven’t had the education or “the inclination to make something of myself,” as my parents had put it. The only things I know how to do involve drugs and sex… and being Hunter’s personal sex slave.

Not that it feels that way anymore, especially after the past few days. Hunter might not come home in a good mood, but it no longer feels difficult to change that. Seeing him smile is the highlight of my day, and while I’m always afraid he’s going to tell me I’ve gone too far, it’s worth it to see him… happy.

Because I think he is happy.

I pull one of the textbooks off the bookshelf and take it to the couch, curling up in a corner of it and flipping the cover open. I lack the foundation to really understand it, and it makes me wish all over again that I could somehow learn the rest of the basics high school would’ve afforded me.

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