Page 61 of Cruel Dominion

I was tempted not to let her go. I could force her to stay in my villa and let me take care of her. I’d get her all the photography supplies she needed and keep her safe from her ex. At night, I’d fill her pretty cunt with my cum again and again. Just breed her until my seed took and her belly swelled.

The image of her with my baby in her practically made me feral, my veins burning and teeth grinding with unspent desire.

When I delivered her the final spank, Anna shrieked my name, her voice watery as it echoed against the high ceilings. I lightly massaged her ass.

“You took that so well,” I told her. “Your ass looks gorgeous, all pink for me. How do you feel?”

“I feel…calm,” she said, betraying herself with a sniffle. “Why do I feel calm?”

“Of course you do, baby.”

I duck my head to press a kiss between her shoulder blades. “This is right. We’re right together.”

She turned her head to the side, and I could see that little knot trying to reform between her eyes. I ached to smooth it back out.

Stop doubting us, little siren.

For one fleeting second I thought she was going to say something else. Ask me a question I wasn’t sure I could answer. One she hadn’t asked me since she rematerialized in my life.

Why.

Why did I break her heart?

Before she could summon up the courage to ask questions I couldn’t answer, I wiped an errant tear from her cheek. “Now, it’s time for your reward.”

“I get a reward?”

I could hear the teasing in her voice.

“Yes.”

I parted her legs with my hands and finally let myself touch her wet cunt.

Anna gasped, her thighs instinctively trying to close around my hand. I took my time exploring every crease, watching as my fingers got wetter until they glistened with her arousal.

Without warning, I plunged two fingers inside her.

She keened, her back arching at the sensation as I began to pump my fingers slowly in and out. Her pussy gripped me tight, trying to keep me deep inside her. I watched my Anna wriggle and moan deliciously while I finger-fucked her.

“Show me,” I muttered. “Come on my fingers and show me how much you love me touching you.”

I hooked a finger downward to press against the raised spot inside her, and Anna’s eyes turned down, fluttering to nothing but slits as she took the pleasure I gave just as well as she took her punishment.

Her little sounds started to bloom into a crescendo, and I pushed her there, working her sweet little cunt until it was a tool of my destruction just as much as it was an instrument of hers.

“That’s my good fucking girl. So fucking wet for me. I can feel you milking my fingers, little siren.”

The more I talked, the more I felt her walls shudder flex around my fingers. She liked this. Good. Because I would never tire of praising my future wife.

Her gasps turned to cries and she squirmed against the force of her pleasure, trying to escape it.

I leaned my forearm across her back, pressing her down, holding her still while I finger fucked her pussy until she was screaming.

“Oh god, Carter!”

Her thighs clenched, and I felt the exact moment she came, her slippery cunt squeezing me tight, spasming, quivering as she fought through her orgasm, legs shaking.

Mine. I gave that to her.

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