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Hunter leans down, his thrusts getting a little shallower, and kisses me savagely. He moans against my lips, and his movements falter.

I mentally urge him to keep going. I’m on the precipice, and if he stops, I don’t know if I can finish—and it would be terrible, because I’m so fucking close, and the pleasure that’s sweeping over me is so intense that I don’t want to let it go yet.

With a groan, though, he gives a few more stuttering thrusts before I feel his warmth flood me.

“Good girl,” he pants out against my lips.

That’s enough to send me over the edge, and my climax makes my entire body shake as my cunt clamps down around his cock to hold him inside, to pull him deeper. I’m dizzy with relief, the sheer force of the orgasm rendering me breathless.

I can’t keep my hands above my head anymore, though. I have to touch him. I wrap my arms around him, whimpering.

Hunter grabs one of my wrists, and I expect a rebuke—but all he does is kiss it, right over the scars. He watches me with lidded eyes, and I automatically clench around him again.

When he releases my hand, he bends down to kiss me again. It’s surprisingly gentle in comparison to his ferocity from earlier.

We keep kissing, even as his cock slowly, disappointingly, slips out of me. At one point our lips are barely touching, and all we’re doing is breathing against each other, and still Hunter doesn’t pull away from me.

I kiss him again, feeling like my veins are on fire.

I want to say the words, but I’m scared to—especially now, after this. But it’s true, and I want him to know I don’t want to leave him, that I love the fact that he owns me.

I hesitate for only a moment before saying quietly, almost too quietly to hear, “I love you, Master. I know I’m only your slave, and that’s okay, but… I care so much about you. I trust you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

Not that that’s saying much; I’ve only ever loved Dylan, and I’m realizing that was only a surface-level affection. Not love.

Never love.

Hunter tenses, and I panic that I’ve ruined everything by saying those stupid words.

“I’m sorry,” I blurt out. “Never mind. Please ignore me. I—”

Hunter tilts my head up and kisses me again. I gasp, shocked at how demanding the kiss is when it was so gentle just a few moments ago, but it’s easy to give over to it—to give over to him.

“Mine,” Hunter growls. “Forever. Do you understand, Stef? I’m never letting you go.”

I shiver, those words going right to my heart, to my core.

In a way, they’re better than an I love you, too.

Love is temporary.

Ownership is forever.

CHAPTER 29

Stef

The computer screen’s cursor blinks at me, waiting for me to type in my response. It’s a longform essay question, the ones I hate the most because I barely know how to say the things I’m thinking, let alone write them down.

But it’s important to try. Trying and failing is okay; giving up is not.

Tell us about a difficult moment in your life and how you overcame it.

I take a deep breath and start typing my response.

I smile to myself. I don’t think I’ll talk about everything I’ve gone through with Hunter. Even if this is just a practice paper, I doubt a college admissions team wants to read the X-rated version of that.

I’m probably getting ahead of myself, but I’ve already finished the GED practice for the day, and Hunter’s instructions said to look into what I need to do for college applications after that.

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