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I can tell I've truly broken her to be admitting such things out loud.

But that doesn't seem to faze her. She eagerly awaits what may come, and once those words leave her lips, I'm tempted to deny her yet again just to see her cry.

Not just because it gets me off, but because I can.

But I don't let myself be that cruel. Not today, because she's already impressed me so far. S<

So I jerk off until my cum splashes against her tongue, covering the chain and loading her up with a dose of salty sweet cream she never knew how badly she needed. I don't stop.

“Leave your mouth open like that.”

I take pleasure in watching her come just from having my seed sprayed on her tongue.

“You're incredible, little angel. Now look at the men and thank them for watching you.”

Chapter Four

Xavier

Keeping Tallulah tethered tothe confines of her mind is amusing. At the same time, I'm well aware that what I'm doing is wrong. I shouldn't manipulate her mind like this, but I can't help myself. I'm enjoying keeping her as my prisoner, captive in her very own little golden cage. Maybe if I wasn't such a twisted bastard, I'd be able to stop myself from doing this to her. But as of yet, there's nothing that could convince me to let my wife go.

My obsession with my ward doesn't grow by the day, it grows by the fucking second. Every fraction of one spent in her company fills me with lust, anger and love. These paradoxical emotions drive me crazy and I don't even understand my obsession with her myself. And yet she's taken anchor in my heart, reminding me every day that she's here to stay.

Today, my young wife kneels beneath my desk, sucking my cock as if she's in an orgasm-induced trance. I let her come toomany times tonight. Tallulah got drunk on the pain and my cum, and it feels like she's still caught in the fantasy dreamland where a golden collar ties her to the leash in my hand.

Not that I'm complaining.

Training her to be my submissive partner was always the plan, and knowing how her family schemed to take that away from me makes me smirk. I'm pleased with myself for getting exactly what I wanted. There's no one left to stop me from claiming Tallulah as mine.

Her poor, powerless, puppet of a father is too fucking scared to come after me. Heath is too soft, too emotional to pull Tallulah away from me. After the last time he saw her, he's surely convinced of the power I have over his daughter. He's seen how freely and shamelessly my angel submits to me, and there's not a thing he can do to save his no longer innocent off-spring.

As she sucks my cock beneath the table, I groan, and pet her head, toying with curls of her blonde hair.

"You're such a good girl for me, Tallulah," I mutter as I push my chair away from her desk and cup her cheeks in my palms. "You are so well-behaved now. You're everything I've ever wanted."

Her eyes glow with immense pleasure. On top of her little pain kink, I've discovered my angel loves to be praised. It's an adorable combination, one I've fully been taking advantage of as I submit Tallulah to more and more of my fucked up desires and games.

"You going to keep being a good girl for me?" I ask.

Tallulah nods eagerly, getting into the perfect submissive position for me just like I taught her. Her legs fold as she kneels, palms facing upward, resting on her knees. She looks up at me, her neediness plainly visible in that gorgeous, rosy-cheeked face.

"Goddamn it, angel, you're so pretty. You know that?" I get out through gritted teeth. "Looking at you alone drives me crazy. Itmakes me want to kill anybody who lays eyes on you. You're all fucking mine. No one should be allowed to look at you but me."

She smiles shyly and I kiss her softly, a peck against her forehead. She knows it means I'm giving her permission to speak. In the last few weeks, I've trained the nasty bratting out of her completely. My once strong-willed Tallulah now doesn't even utter a word without my permission.

"Thank you," she whispers timidly, as if she's afraid to speak even now that I've given her permission. "Will you please hurt me today?"

I smirk. "This little obsession of yours with pain just doesn't stop, does it?"

She flushes. "No, Sir."

"You just crave being hurt now, is that it?" I tickle her under her chin and she giggles, but when I try to pull back, her fingers catch on to my sleeves and she silently begs me not to stop.

"Touch me again," she whispers. "Like you did before..."

She guides my palms to her face, pressing my fingers against her cheeks. I smile down at her, still on her knees and pretty as ever.

"Slap me," she begs, adjusting her position and making me laugh at her neediness. "Please, Xavier... Please, I want to feel the weight of your hand on my cheek."

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