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“You’re not fulfilled, Alice,” he continues. “You’re a success, but you have no life beyond work. No love. No children. And that’s what you truly want. Isn’t it?”

My body is on fire with lust, but I feel like I’ve just been punched in the gut by this man. I can feel myself blushing as I look back at him. I want to look away, but I refuse to break his gaze.

How can he read me so well? It’s like he can see into my mind, ever since we first met.

“I’m going to come soon, Alice,” Damien tells me. “And I’m going to give you want you want–I’m going to get you pregnant.”

The thought rushes through my mind in an instant. Me? A mother? Tears form in the wells of my eyes, but I still look back at him.

“Damien, you can’t get me pregnant,” I protest. “I’m a CEO, my company–”

“Don’t lie, Alice,” Damien snaps. “You’re lying to me, but worst of all, you’re lying to yourself. You want this.”

Damien is fierce. Gorgeous. Commanding.

Yet most of all, he’s wise.

All I want to do is be his, submit to him, let him take the reins of my life like he does with the leash he placed around my neck.

“You want me to get you pregnant, don’t you?” he asks. “Admit it.”

My climax is so close.Every single nerve ending in my body is sizzling with electricity and yearning with desire for more.

“Yes,” I admit to him, but more importantly, to myself. “Get me pregnant, Daddy.”

Damien’s grip on my hair tightens to the point of almost too much pain. Yet it somehow spurs me on, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“Atta girl,” he growls through clenched teeth.

I’m no longer Alice Dupont; I’m a woman possessed.

A feral roar rises up from within Damien’s body. I feel it ripple through his abs, then shudder out through his chest before emerging from his mouth as his cock flexes and a warm shot of something heavenly sprays inside me.

He’s coming…

It’s so warm and hot and sticky, and I feel it coating the walls of my pussy as he continues to rut inside me so hard that I go off with him, my own orgasm yanking me up into the heavens like I’ve been caught in the middle of a twister.

My mind goes blank as my body begins to quiver.

Get me pregnant…get me pregnant…get me pregnant…

I snatch Damien’s torso with my legs and hump back against him, and we writhe together in mutual ecstasy. Damien kisses me, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth as he grips my breast with his other hand. I kiss him back and feel his wonderful thickness inside me pulse one last time before he slumps down on top of me, his head on my chest, pinning me to the bed.

I come crashing back down with him, mind blown from an orgasm so intense it shouldn’t even be possible, and gently wrap him in my arms. Since I met him, this is the first time he’s allowed me to be in this kind of position–one that isn’t him having complete, 100 percent authority and control.

“I’ve never come so hard in my life,” he finally whispers. I can feel his heart pounding heavily through his chest and into mine.

“That makes two of us.”

What an incredible peak. A moment of pure bliss I know will forever be embedded in my mind. I feel Damien’s release beginning to leak out of me and spill down onto the bed, but I don’t care. All I can do is smile.

A mother. I’m going to be a mother. And it’s all thanks to Damien.

8

ALICE

It’s almostthe end of possibly the most anxiety-ridden workday I’ve ever had when I pick up my phone and call my therapist, Michelle. She answers on the second ring.

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