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I can’t help but think about him smelling me. It’s only natural. I can’t control it. I can’t control how it feels. But it means Tyrant will know…

Want to throw me against a wall and grab my wrists hard and force my pants and panties down and smack my ass? Go for it. Look how wet it makes me.

I’ve never known this side to me, if it even does truly exist. For all I know I’m running on panic and adrenaline. Yet I can’t help it as I stare down at Tyrant as he’s staring at my pussy.

I feel his thumb stroke my inner thigh. I shiver and goosebumps tattoo my body. He touches my other inner thigh.

“Does anything hurt?”

His voice is so fucking deep, dark and just…ugh.

“No,” I whisper. “Nothing hurts.”

He looks up at me. “Positive?”

“Yes. I swear. Nothing hurts down there. It feels… fine…”

I cringe and heat rushed throughout my entire body once again. I’m waiting for Tyrant to touch me. Oh, fuck, I want him to touch me so bad.

My hands are still above my head. My fingers interlocked tight. Tyrant stands up.

Disappointment strikes me hard. He stares down at me. I stare up at him. I bite my bottom lip. I want to ask him to touch me and make me come but I’m not sure if I’m allowed to or not.

Then again, if I’m in the wrong and he wants to slap my ass again… that works for me…

“Your cunt is fucking soaked,claimed one,” Tyrant says.

Acknowledging my body and using the wordcuntsends me over the edge. I feel like I’m as red as an apple right now. My chin quivers.

His right hand suddenly touches between my legs. My body tightens. My ass cheeks flex, touching the wall. Two thick, strong fingers curl and stroke between my legs. Tyrant lifts his fingers up between us.

“One for me,” he growls and then flicks his tongue at his pointer finger, licking my wetness away.

“One for you,” he says and rubs his middle finger against my bottom lip.

I suck in a breath. Tyrant lowers his forehead down to mine. Pressing with force.

“Lick your bottom lip,claimed one,” he orders me. “I want to watch you taste your own cunt.”

I run my tongue against my bottom lip. My mouth fills with an unfamiliar flavor. It turns me on even more.

Tyrant reaches down with both hands. I don’t expect him to lift my pants and panties, but that’s what he does. When I feelmy panties touch between my legs and then press in what should be their normal comfortable spot, I bite my bottom lip and hold my breath because I feel like I’m going to finish. That’s how far to the edge Tyrant has guided me.

He then brushes his lips against my right ear.

“I can’t wait to break you in,claimed one,” he whispers.

He growls with a hint of a moan.

I don’t know what that means… but I know I’ll find out soon enough.

Chapter Fifteen

TYRANT

One dropletof cunt nectar and I’m addicted. Of course I’m addicted. It’s the sweet taste of cunt. Fresh cunt. New cunt. A new arrival who is gently learning her way aroundSinners Academy. My mind knowing all the enjoyment that’s to come.

Yet that taste. That fucking taste. Bad enough I was eye level with her sweet cunt. Checking her inner thighs. Looking at her perfect, delicious labia. Thin, glistening folds, meaning to touch my cock as I pound myself into her body. The stubble of her pubic hair. The curve of her hips. She has a freckle at her left hip. I can’t help but picture stroking my cock, smothering that freckle with hot cum.

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