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I whimper, heat pooling low in my belly as I chase that delicious friction. “Please, I need you,” I beg breathlessly.

With a low rumble, Gaston slips his hand under the lace of my panties, fingers gliding through my slick folds. I gasp and jerk against him, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, circling my clit. “That’s my good girl.”

I moan and press into his touch, the familiar coil of tension building. “Don’t stop,” I pant.

Gaston’s mouth finds mine in a searing kiss as his fingers pick up their pace. I grind against his hand desperately, chasing my release.

Just when I’m on the verge, he stills his movements. I whimper in protest, my hips rocking futilely.

“Please,” I beg, “I need to come.”

Gaston chuckles lowly. “Not yet, baby girl.” He tears the fabric of my panties so that there’s nothing between us. The hard press of him against my soaking wet entrance.

Gaston grips my hips tightly, lifting me just enough to line up the thick head of his cock with my slick entrance. I whimper in anticipation, my body aching to be filled.

“Look at me,” he commands, his voice rough with desire.

I meet his smoldering gaze, my heart pounding as he slowly lowers me down onto his rigid length. The stretch and fullness has me gasping, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

“That’s it, take it all,” he growls.

Once he’s buried to the hilt, he pauses, allowing me to adjust. I clench around him, savoring the delicious sensation of being so perfectly, completely filled.

Gaston’s hands roam my body, caressing and kneading. “Such a good girl for me. So tight and wet.”

Experimentally, I roll my hips, drawing a groan from deep in his chest.“Fuck, you feel incredible riding my dick.” Gaston begins to guide my movements, lifting me up and down his thick length. I moan, my walls clenching around him.

“That’s it, ride me hard,” Gaston growls.

I pick up the pace, chasing my release like an addict. Gaston’s mouth finds mine in a bruising kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth. I whimper into the kiss, the sound muffled by his lips.

Gaston’s hand slides down to palm my ass, encouraging me to move faster. I oblige, grinding down on him desperately. The new angle has me seeing stars, a strangled cry tearing from my throat.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Gaston rasps, nipping at my bottom lip. “Come for me.”

His words, combined with the relentless pace of his hips snapping up to meet mine, send me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me in waves, my inner walls fluttering and clenching around Gaston’s cock.

“Ah, fuck!” Gaston groans, his hips stuttering as he chases his own release. With a few more deep, powerful thrusts, he stills, spilling himself deep inside me.

We stay locked together, both of us panting and trembling from the force of our climaxes. Gaston’s grip on me gradually loosens as he presses tender kisses to my face and neck.

“My good girl,” he murmurs, nuzzling into my neck. “So perfect for me.”

I bask in the afterglow, my body tingling with satisfaction. But even while I revel in the feeling of Gaston’s arms around me and his still semi-hard cock inside me, a nagging sense of unease begins to creep in. My passion for this man is becoming too deep.

He’s my captor, my owner. I can’t start having feelings for him. But it feels like I could spend the rest of my life wrapped up in him. And that’s a very dangerous feeling to have.

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Ever since we fucked at the kitchen table three days ago, I’ve tried to keep my distance from Gaston. We haven’t had sex since. It’s clear from how desperate I was that I’m getting in too deep. And now I’m back on my meds, I’m seeing things a little more clearly.

Gaston is nothing more than a monster who believes in slavery, and I can’t see him as anything else but that. Thankfully, it’s a monday which means he should be in the office today.

Once dressed, I head into the kitchen only to freeze when I see him sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee and newspaper.

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