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I cum in long spurts down her throat, and a moan vibrates through her and along the crown of my cock.Fuck. My eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head, but I force them to stare down at her beautiful face. She’s even more stunning like this, surrendering in submission. Enjoying the depravity that I bring to both of us.

She doesn’t realize that there’s strength in her submitting to me. That from her knees, she actually holds power over me. The day that she does figure that out, I know that I’ll become her slave instead of her master. That knowledge should bring fear with it, but instead, it brings anticipation. I can’t wait to witness her coming into her power, and bringing the world to its knees at her feet.

My eyes trail down the length of her body, her knees spread wide in the water, and one of her hands disappearing below its warm depth. The movement of the water tells me that she’s bringing herself pleasure even in this moment of punishment.My naughty, little doll.

I pull back from her lips, and her mouth makes a sloppy, popping sound that has my balls tightening. My cock is still rock hard, despite cumming just moments ago. It’s as if it knows that once is never enough with her; his greedy desire to be inside of her is relentless.

“Are you touching yourself, my slut?” I question as her hand drops away from my flesh, leaving coolness and the feeling of loss in its wake.

No words greet my question as her breathing picks up and becomes choppy, little moans leaving her throat, signaling that she’s close to her own release. As much as I want to watch her come undone before my eyes, I also want - no, I fuckingneedto teach her that I own her. That if she wants to orgasm, it will be solely with my permission.

“If you cum without my permission, I will drag you out of this bathroom, tie you to a fucking post in the yard, and let every man in this compound take a turn filling that pretty, pink pussy. I’ll blindfold you, Issy, so that you don’t know who is inside of you, and using you like the whore you are.”

My words are harsh but have the effect intended, and her trembling hand rises out of the water with a frightened cry. She tries to move away from me, but at the cold look I give her, she stills as more tears slide down her face.

So beautiful.I wonder what frightens her more, the threat of men fucking her without her being able to see who it is, while she’s forcibly tied against her will, or the fact that I would let that happen to her? Little does she know that I would rip their heads off their necks if they even tried to touch her.

“You want to cum, my broken doll? Then beg me. Beg me on your knees like a whore, with those pretty, pouty lips to allow you to reach your bliss.”

Chapter twelve

Issy

“Somewhere between love and hate lies confusion, misunderstanding, and desperate hope.”

Shannon L. Alder

“You want to cum, my broken doll? Then beg me. Beg me on your knees like a whore, with those pretty, pouty lips to allow you to reach your bliss.” His words bring nothing but rage in their wake. Who does this asshole think he is? Beg him to cum? I’m more likely to try to castrate him right here in this tub.

Sure you are, you’re not your sister. The best you can do is cry. Why not give in and beg? After all, you do it so prettily,my mind calls me out for my nonexistent threat. Even my subconscious knows that I am nothing but pathetic and weak, even when I want to stand up for myself.

“Motherfucker, you don’t talk to my sister like that, she’s a Stratford, not one of your little whores, Dominic.” My mouth hangs open as my sister comes flying out of nowhere, and throws a punch at my ex-boyfriend without even hesitating.

Dominic outweighs her by over a hundred pounds and is built like a brick house, but does that stop her? Not even for a second.The little savage follows the punch with a headbutt that has him stumbling backward, and falling into his laughing buddies, his ass hitting the hard asphalt with a thump.

“Fucking cunt,” he seethes, as his friends scramble away from him, leaving him to deal with my sister’s fury alone.

“Cunt? You wish you could have a cunt like me, instead of those tiny fucking raisins you call balls. If I ever catch you with my sister’s name on your lips again, I’ll rip out your fucking tongue and shove it up your ass.” She lifts her heeled foot and slams it down on his cock, until he screams bloody murder.

Her furious gaze lands on me, and I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole. “Issy, what have I fucking told you about anyone disrespecting you?” A tear slides out of the corner of my eye as I try to pull myself together. She’s so strong and capable, I desperately want to be just like her.

Her gaze softens, and she pulls me into her embrace, squeezing me tightly in her arms. “I love you, Issy, but I will not always be here to fight your battles, baby sister. You have to learn to fight back. You’re a Stratford, Issy, and no one gets to ever fucking hurt you.”

No!This fucking time I am going to resist. I refuse to keep allowing him to push me around and use me any way he wants. I’m not a delicate porcelain doll like he thinks I am, one that he can play with and then discard, when he gets bored. I can’t keep letting him win. I lose a little more of myself to him every time he does. Soon there will be nothing left of Isabella Stratford, the wayward Manhattan princess who was set to inherit a kingdom.

All I will be is Diego Cabano’s whore, his prisoner for life in the shackles of my own weakness. I can’t let that happen to me. I know he won’t grant me my demise, and to be at his mercy forever might be a punishment more gruesome than a vicious death. A stillness enters my mind as I process that thought, and defiance rises within me.

I slip my hand down into the water as his eyes narrow on the movement, and he watches my hand disappear under the warm depth as I caress my clit. With my eyes centered on his, anger sparking deep in their depths, I slip a finger inside of my needy pussy and then another, widening my knees so that he can see that I am defying him. My other hand trails up my stomach and grasps onto one of my full breasts and squeezes. A moan releases from my lips, his gaze pulling away from my fingers sliding inside of me to my mouth.

Gotcha, fucker, do you see me defying you? Your threats mean nothing to someone who wants to die. I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone but myself.

There’s a tic jumping in his cheek, the rough skin of his scar pulled tight across his face, and his green eyes blaze with a fire filled with both anger and hunger. His cock is still standing erect against his stomach, looking like a delectable piece of marble that makes my mouth water.

The truth that I will never utter out loud is that I enjoy it when he uses me, when he’s rough and takes what he wants from me. Does that make me a slut?Maybe, but that is the least of my sins.

I release another moan, using my fingers to pull on my nipple roughly as the fingers inside my core speed up, in a rush to bring me to the pinnacle of euphoria. One that he wants me to beg him to receive.Fuck him, and his need to control me.I honestly believe his threats are empty, that he is too territorial and possessive to allow his men to use me. He stole me from my family for himself, not to share me with others.

In fact, I’m counting on it as I barrel towards my orgasm, my chest tightening as shivers cascade across my skin, and my core tightens down on my digits.Fuck, I’m going to cum, and there is nothing he can do to stop it from rolling over me.

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