Page 115 of Crave Me

“Thank you. All of you. I don’t know what to say.”

“You’re part of the family now, Blaire. Our dad gave us all a role here, and now you’ve got yours.”

The tears freely flow now, and Dallas gets up to wrap his arms around me.

“Thank you so much. You’ve all given me more than I could ever ask for.”

“I love you, princess. You’re not alone anymore.”

The guys leave Dallas and me alone and shut the door behind them. I continue to look around the space and I can’t believe it’s really mine.

“I can’t wait to fuck you in here.”

“No fooling around at work. I don’t ever want a repeat of the empty barrel house.”

“Don’t push me, my cock’s already hard for you. I’ll bend you over this couch right now, baby girl.”

I jump up from my seat and move behind my desk quickly. He stands slowly, eyes trained on me, and prowls, each step sure and purposeful.

“Dallas . . . No. Not here.”

“Oh, baby, I like it when you say no. Especially because your body is always screaming yes. I know that pussy is already weeping for me.”

My heart flips over in my chest, beating erratically, and I know he can see how he affects me. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks, my breasts rising and falling rapidly with each ragged breath.

“We can’t.”

“Get on your knees, Blaire. Be my good girl.”

He takes two steps in my direction on the furthest side of my desk away from the door. I use that as my chance to bolt. I barely rip the door open and make a pace into the hallway when he’s wrapping his large, strong arms around me. I bite the inside of my cheek so as not to squeal loudly.

“You’re going to pay for that little stunt later, princess.”

He releases me and kisses my forehead before walking away, leaving me wondering and excited about how he’ll punish me for it.

“Fuck, baby. I love you tied up like this.”

“Please, Dallas. Please let me come,” I whine and plead.

“Dammit, I love it when you beg, princess. But you were a bad girl today. And bad girls don’t get orgasms.”

My arousal leaks between my legs and I feel crazy as he leans his head back down, licking slowly from my clit to my tight little hole. My ass is in the air, my wrists and ankles cuffed tightly to our bedposts, spreading me out for him to do whatever he wants. He’s been edging me for almost an hour, alternating between his mouth, his fingers, and that glorious, pierced cock. Tears stream down my face as I whine and cry out, my body hovering on the edge where pain meets pleasure.

“I can’t take it anymore! Fuck, Dallas, I’m begging you. Please, I’ll be good. Let me come.”

He moves up my body, straddling my thighs and grabbing a handful of my ass, gripping and kneading the flesh there tightly.

“Fuck, I love this ass.”

His hand connects hard with my right cheek, and I cry out loudly at the sting. He spreads me wide before spitting onto my hole. I feel his fingers next, rimming that tight area just like he loves to do.

“Going to fill you, princess. You want to come?”

“Yes! Please!”

He breaches my ass with his finger as his dick thrusts inside my pussy. He fucks me hard, filling both of my holes and gripping the flesh of my ass with his free hand.

“Baby girl. You’re so filthy. Did you learn a lesson?”

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