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There were noises coming from Mama’s bedroom, and before we’d get caught, I broke the kiss and took Vespyr’s hand to pull her into her bedroom where I closed the door.

“I want you to take off your clothes,” I told her, turning to look at her as she stood in the middle of her bedroom.

She didn’t hesitate, and only seconds later, she was standing naked in front of me.

I looked down at her underwear lying on the floor, lined with a pad that had a fair amount of blood on it.

“Wait right here.”

I walked over to her closet to grab a towel, then I placed it onto her bed because I knew it was going to get messy, and although it wouldn’t have mattered if there’d be blood on her bed or not, it wouldn’t only be blood from her period making the bed dirty.

“Where are you going?” she asked as I turned to her bedroom door.

“Wait right here,” I repeated, then I left her room to go over to mine.

It took him a few minutes until he came back with a few things in his hands.

I was still standing in the middle of my bedroom with nothing on, slowly starting to get cold.

“What’s that for?” I asked as I noticed a knife he must’ve left here before moving out to live with Papa.

It was big.

“I don’t want you to ask all these questions, Vespyr. I won’t hurt you,” he promised.

Why would he? Fennec loved me.

He had also brought tape, which might’ve been the reason for the knife.

“Hold out your hands,” he ordered, and once I held my hands toward him, he set the things he was holding onto my desk and grabbed the tape again.

“I think you’ve noticed that I’m into some weird things, huh? Remember how I used that knife to trace your skin? I’d never cut you, Ves. And I promise you’ll enjoy your first time. It’ll be beautiful,” he said with a smile on his lips, and I couldn’t do anything other than nod.

He started to wrap the tape around my wrists the way he did with the rope back in the treehouse.

Only difference was that the tape hurt a little more than the rope.

I observed Fennec as he cut off the tape and placed it back on the desk, then he made me put my arms up, fully exposing my upper body.

“You’re beautiful, Ves. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. You’ll see. I’ll make you feel good.”

I believed every single one of his words.

His hands cupped my breasts gently, squeezing them and pinching my nipples while his eyes observed everything he was doing.

I pressed my lips into a thin line and held my breath as he continued to massage them, and moments later, he leaned in to pull one nipple into his mouth.

His tongue swirled around it, then he started to flick it against the hard, little nub, the same way he had done with my clit before.

A moan escaped me, and I lowered my arms to grip his hair with both hands.

“Arms up, Ves,” he directed, quickly making me hold my hands over my head again.

My body was starting to tense up, and since I couldn’t ease it by gripping his hair, I curled my toes into the carpet floor while clenching my thighs together.

The familiar stinging in my pussy started, and I knew I soon needed either his hands or tongue on my clit.

He continued to play with my tits, massaging and squeezing, pulling at my nipples and licking them while I tried to keep my moans low.

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