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“Let’s see if I’m still inside you.” He shoves a finger between my pussy lips, and my hips buck against his palm, chasing friction already. “So. Fucking. Needy.”

“Yes, King.” I don’t care if it makes me pathetic. I am needy. I need Dmitri.

“Will you tell me who owns you now?”

Biting my lip, I shake my head. I want to be mad at him for constantly asking, but part of me knows that’s why he’s torturing me like this, and I won’t tell him to stop because it feels so goddamn good.

He shoves two fingers inside my pussy and hits my g-spot. I groan, my head flopping back against the cross. The diabolical man drags me so close to the edge of another orgasm, only to deny me at the last possible second.

I scream and shake against the restraints.

I whimper.

I beg.

“Keep me inside you,” he growls against my cheek.

Then he starts the process all over. Slapping my tits and clit with the crop. Biting my nipples. Hitting my g-spot with his thickfingers. And denies my orgasm again when I won’t give him the name he thinks he needs to hear.

I’m so out of it, I almost slip with his third try.

But when Dmitri stuffs a vibrating butt plug in my ass, and gives me a nice hand necklace, I start cracking. The fissures of my barriers crumble to the ground between us. He mildly taps my clit over and over and over with the riding crop, so fast and precise, it makes my eyes cross.

“Please,” I wheeze, my head falling forward. “I can’t stand it anymore.”

“If you want to stop, say your safe word.”

I don’t want to stop. I need to come.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you want you want, Daelyn.” He hooks his fingers against my inner walls, driving my lust up the charts. “Come on baby, say it.”

“Say what?” I cry out.

“Who owns you? Say his motherfucking name.” He drives into me harder, faster. Throwing the riding crop on the ground, he uses his now free hand to pinch my nipple while he bites on my neck.

I groan loudly, pulling on my cuffs, desperate to touch him.

“Better keep me inside you,” he warns. “Or I will stuff this pussy with my cock and fuck you until you taste my cum on your goddamn tongue.”

I explode.

The orgasm he’s edged me towards finally rips out of me with his name on it.

“Dmitri!” I scream, convulsing around his fingers, my body thrashing against the cross. “His fucking name…” I sob, “is…” Liquid gushes from my cunt and my thighs shake uncontrollably. “Dmitri.”

That’s the last thing I say before passing out.

Chapter 31

Dmitri

I think I broke her.

Scratch that. IknowI broke her.

I asked Daelyn for the name of the man who owns her, and at her weakest, most desperate, vulnerable, rawest moment…

She saidmyname.

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