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“But what about…shouldn’t—” Her words are lost in the tidal wave of pleasure overtaking her, and I clear up any questions she was about to ask.

“I’m coming inside you, baby. I can’t stop it. God, now, baby, now.” I groan into the air as she moans under me, thrashing around as her orgasm takes over. My own savage release takes me by the nuts and roars up my shaft, delivering hot cum deep into her soft body, and I already know I love her.

My possessiveness takes over. I want her marked and scented with me from this day into forever.

She’s made me crazy already. But now she owns my soul. I’m connected to her in ways I didn’t know were possible.

I’ve never had an orgasm so strong before. It’s like I’ve kept things down so deep, waiting just for her, that now she’s herethey’ve ripped from my body and released finally into hers, binding us together forever.

“Be still, baby,” I growl when I finally feel I can speak again. “Daddy’s not done with you. There’s more where that came from.”

Her wide eyes are unfocused, but her tongue dances on her lower lip, her cheeks rosy.

“Okay. I’ll take good care of you.”

“I know you will. Every day I’ll be needy. I’ll teach you lots of things I’m going to want you to do for me, and you’ll do them all.”

I stroke her clit and fuck her hard to another orgasm, pride filling my chest that I’m the source of her pleasure, knowing she’s mine for eternity. I’m hers and she’s mine.

That’s my thought as I pump, pump, pump, finishing with another hot round as her eyes roll back, and her body goes limp.

When I’m finished, I carry her, half conscious, upstairs, and settle her in the king-sized bed. Then I tend to her sore, battered pussy with some warm cloths before letting her lick our combined juice and her virgin blood from my cock in what feels like the kiss at the end of the ceremony.

A ceremony we will have very soon.

She’s mine, and I want the world to know. A ring on her finger, a baby in her belly.

And my name on her lips from now until eternity.

Chapter Six

Fay

Daddy isn’t here, and this big old place is way too quiet. I said I’d be okay when he was gone, but honestly? I kind of wish he didn’t live in a mansion, because with the workers all gone home and me rattling around in here it’s spooky. When I came around the bottom of the stairs into the back hall, I swear I caught a shadow moving in front of me.

I want my Daddy. I want a time-out…

Hudson said there was something he needed to do, and he wanted it to be a surprise. I’m excited, but I’m also hoping he hurries and gets back here.

I found a little library which I thought would be fun, but all alone here I felt like I was Daphne in a Scooby-Doo episode, and someone in a scary mask was about to jump out from behind every chair and corner.

So then I thought, maybe I could get something to eat. Food is always a friend.

And on my way to the kitchen, I tiptoed by the doors with the yellow tape that Hudson specifically told me not to open. What could he have in there that I’m not allowed to see? The workers are gone, so it’s not like I would be putting them in danger by looking at me.

Because Hudson turns downright homicidal if any of them even turn their eyes in my direction.

I wonder if it’s something kinky? Like, does he have some Christian Grey dungeon thing going on?

If that’s the case, I’m down for it, ‘hundred percent.

My need for a dopamine hit overrides my better judgment, and I can’t see how a little peek is going to hurt anything.

There’s no lock on the door, just that yellow tape which peels away easily with a soft crinkling sound. I click the handle, and it swings open onto a room half in darkness with the curtains closed. I fumble over the wood molding on the inside of the door until I feel the switch and flick it upward.

Whomp, whomp, whomp.

No frickin’ dungeon. Not even a red sofa or a riding crop.

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