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I oblige, trailing my lips down her neck, pausing to nip at the sensitive spot just below her ear. Gwen moans, her hips grinding against mine, and I feel the unmistakable wetness of her arousal pressing against my thigh. “Fuck, Gwen,” I groan, my own need rising rapidly.

My hands roam over her body, exploring every curve, every dip, memorizing the feel of her. My fingers find the clasp of her bra, and I release the hooks, letting the straps fall away to reveal her perfect breasts. My mouth waters at the sight, and I lean in, taking one taut nipple into my mouth, sucking gently as my hand cups her other breast, kneading it softly.

Gwen arches her back, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh God, Nik,” she moans, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Don’t stop. Please.”

I alternate between her breasts, lavishing them with attention, my tongue flicking over her nipples, teasing them until they peak. She shudders beneath me, but I show her no mercy, nipping at her until she is panting. “Nik.”

Gwen’s legs part instinctively, and I stifle a groan as my fingers slip under the lace of her panties, teasing the soft flesh of her inner thighs. “Is this what my dirty girl wanted?”

She bites her lip, nodding. “Yes, please, I need you,” she whispers, her voice strained with desire.

“That’s all you had to say, darling.” I smile, stripping off the rest of my clothes and tossing them aside without a second thought.

Gwen reaches for me, her hands guiding me to her, and I position myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing and without waiting, I push forward, slowly sinking into her warmth. Gwen gasps, her nails digging into my back as I fill her completely. “Fuck,” she whispers, her voice filled with awe.

I begin to move, my thrusts slow and deliberate, savoring the feel of her around me. Gwen meets my rhythm, her hips rising to meet mine, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. “Love you,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear.

“Love you too,” she replies, her voice breaking with emotion. “So much.”

Our movements grow faster, more urgent, as we chase the peak of pleasure together. Gwen’s hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging in as she cries out, her orgasm building once more. “Nik, I’m close,” she gasps, her voice trembling with need.

“Me too,” I reply, my thrusts becoming erratic as I fight to hold back my own climax. “Come with me, Gwen.”

With a final, desperate cry, Gwen’s body tenses, her orgasm washing over her in waves, and I follow her over the edge, my own release crashing through me with blinding intensity. We cling to each other, our bodies shuddering with the force of our shared climax, our breaths mingling as we ride out the aftershocks.

I collapse beside Gwen, my chest heaving with exertion. She turns to me, her eyes shining with love and contentment, and Ipull her into my arms, holding her close. “Best celebration ever,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her temple.

“Agreed,” she replies, her voice sleepy and content. “Maybe I should tell you I’m pregnant more often.”

I chuckle, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t tempt me, Kotik. I want at least three more kids out of you.”

POST EPILOGUE

NADIA

“Open wide, baby.” I lean in close to Sho’s face, a trickle of blood falling over his cheek and the fucker has the audacity to lick his lips and smile at me.

“Normally,” he coughs, “that’s what I say.”

His skin glistens that beautiful sheen you only get from victims who can withstand the pain, and if he didn’t just betray me and my family, I would be tempted to kiss him for being such a good boy for this entire session.

“Not with me, baby.” I grip his jaw with my hand, squeezing the sharp edges into my palm. If he bleeds, I bleed, and how delicious is that?

“I bet I could make you say ahhhh,” he sings, flashing his bloody teeth at me.

I push his head to the side and lean back from in front of his face. The metal chains dig into his stained t-shirt. The muscles in his biceps protrude from how tight the cuffs around his wrists are, but despite there being no chains holding his legsopen, he sits with his back straight, legs spread, eyes a dark hooded mess, and all I can keep thinking is, he would be perfect for me to use.

Sho’s head lolls into his chest, but he doesn’t wipe that cocky smile off his face. Instead, his tongue flicks the ball of his lip ring and he covers up the next cough with a chuckle. “I can see what you are thinking, Hime.”

“Oh?” I purr, sliding my chest against his. The tip of my lips running across the shell of his ear. “What am I thinking?”

“You think you could top me.” His lips curl to the left side of his mouth, and the glittering of his eyes as he side glances me has my core tightening.

“You look like a bottom right now,” I whisper. “All helpless and tied up in my basement.”

I run my stiletto nails sharply down his arms, moaning at the roll of satisfaction that drips from his lips. I can’t help myself. I want to poke my tongue out and taste him, get this small piece of him.

“I am only here because I want to be, Hime. Trust me.” His breath flutters over my shoulder, and before I know it one hand is free, wrapping my waist length hair around his fist and pulling me across his lap. The bloodied smile shines over me. He looks like something out of the heavens. “If I don’t want to be tied up, I won’t be.”

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