Page 107 of Tyrant

“Clean this fucking bed up,” I order her. “I’m going to take a shower. Then you can.”

I turn and walk to my bathroom, slamming the door shut as hard as I can. Locking it too. I look at myself in the mirror and look at my nipple. Freshly pierced. I shut my eyes and grit my teeth.

What did you do, Tyrant? What the fuck did you… do…

I always left the first nipple piercing there as a reminder. I guess it wasn’t a good enough one.

I can’t stand the sight of my reflection so I punch the mirror, shattering it. My hand starts to bleed. I turn on the shower and wash the blood away.

That’s the easy part for me. The hard part I can’t wash away.

I’m fucking falling in love with my claimed one.

I leavethe shower running for Serafina. I grab a towel and walk out of the bathroom to find her standing there, waiting for her turn. Naked. Beautiful. Nipple pierced. The smell of all kinds of sex lingering in the air.

I already plan on stripping the bed down and putting a new sheet on it so Serafina and I can sleep. When she tries to walk by me, my right hand grabs her throat and I pull her right toward me.

I squeeze. She purrs. I’m hovering over her mouth. Her lips tremble. Without a word or another action, I let her go. As soon as she gets into the bathroom, she gasps.

“Ty…”

“Fuck the mirror,” I say. “Take a fucking shower.”

I wrap my towel around me and do as I said. I strip the bed and ball up the sex-filled sheet and toss it into the hamper.

Now there’s a fresh sheet on the bed, ready for Serafina and me to maybe get some sleep. I saymaybebecause I can’t keep my hands off her. I can’t get my cock to settle for a second. And now all I want to do is kiss her. And I’m not talking about kissing her inner thighs or kissing her cunt. Or letting my tongue flirt with her ass to watch her squirm. I’m not talking about sucking on her perfect tits and biting her nipples.

I want to kiss her mouth.

Tyrant…

There’s now a text message waiting for me. I’ve lost all care and purpose for the world that exists outside my bedroom. Outside my bedroom and just outside my front door I have company waiting. I should just tell them to fuck off. Ignore them. Instead, I answer the door, wearing nothing but a towel.

Three masked men stand there with their arms folded. I give a nod, allowing them to enter.

“Can you at least take the fucking masks off,” I say. “Not everything about here has to be a fucking ceremony.”

Demo takes his mask off first and turns to face me. “Where is she?”

“Shower.”

“What did you do with her tonight?” Demo asks.

“Who the fuck do you think you are asking me something like that?” I growl.

I take a step and Vic removes his mask and points to my chest. “You let her pierce you.”

“So fucking what?” I growl.

Peri is last to remove his mask. His eyes are tired, slightly dead. It’s easy to see he’s high as fuck right now.

“You put us in this position,” Peri says. “You know what’s allowed and what isn’t allowed. You set up your own ceremony and then kicked them out.”

“You weren’t even here for that, Peri,” I say.

“He’s right,” Demo says. “She should have sucked our cocks. All three of us. One at a time. Over and over. She should have been painted with our cum. Cum dripping from her eyelashes. Cum leaking from her nose.”

My breathing gets heavier, deeper.

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