Page 50 of Tyrant

“Still here I see,” he says.

“Yes,” I whisper.

I listen to him walk across the bedroom floor. His presence terrifies me yet it soothes me.

He stands directly behind me. When his hands touch my hips, I groan. I can’t control myself right now. The sounds Imake. His right hand moves to my right ass cheek and he cups tight. His left hand climbs up my body, to my breast, where he pinches my tight, achy nipple. He pulls and releases, growling as he does so.

I’m a toy to him. Aplaything. A living object to tease and fuck. This is his job though, isn’t it? To treat me this way. To make me feel this way. So I’ll be more loyal and play my part when I’m tossed aside…or tossed into the world of married to Des…

Tyrant’s fingers move to my shoulder and then up my arm. It’s an aggressive touch he has, up to my wrist.

“You were trying to escape,” he says.

My heart sinks.

“Panic,” I manage to say. “That’s all, Tyrant. P-panic.”

He grabs my wrist and begins to squeeze. The pain surges. My skin feels like it’s tearing from bone. And my bone feels like it’s about to be crushed into a million pieces. I can’t help myself as I whimper.

“Does that hurt you,claimed one?”

His voice is mean. His right hand squeezes my ass cheek really tight.

“Do you really think you can escape me, Sera?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Do you want to escape me?”

I shake my head. “No. I swear. No. I just freaked out a little.”

Tyrant runs his hand down my arm to my shoulder. Down to the side of my body. Fingertips touching the side of my breast. Then my hip.

He moves to the front of my body where his fingers dip down between my legs, curling with force, middle and ring fingers parting my wet lips, fingertips tight against my throbbing pussy.

“Looks like someone is happy I’m back,” he growls.

“I’ve been waiting.”

“You had no choice but to wait,claimed one.”

I swallow hard.

His fingertips slide up and he applies pressure to my clit. Electric pulses shoot throughout my body. I’m tired and achy and I just want to get untied, but now he’s touching me and it’s just…

His right hand moves between my ass cheeks and down. I gasp and tense up.

“No, that doesn’t work,” he growls. “You cannot tense up. Exhale a breath, Sera.”

I do exhale a breath.

I feel his fingers move down and around and he begins to play with my pussy using his right hand. I only feel one finger though. His middle finger. He’s soaking his finger with my desire.

When his finger begins to move back, I groan, knowing what’s about to happen. His fingertip touches my forbidden hole and he presses. My legs shake.

His left hand returns to its previous movements. Massaging my clit. Not to make me orgasm. Just to pleasure me. There’s no denying Tyrant knows his way around a woman’s body.

He starts to circle my clit with speed, pressing harder at me. My body warms up some more. Loosens up some more. From behind he applies more pressure and unseals my forbidden entrance. I suck in a breath and feel the strain of my body accepting Tyrant’s finger into me.

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