Page 40 of Don't You Pucking Dare

I stand and chuckle. "Nothing?" I wipe my face in frustration. "Nothing."

She shouts, "I was mad at you, so I tried to get your attention."

I snicker, looking over my shoulder at her. "Oh, Duchess, you already had my full attention. Elaborate for everyone here."

She glares at me, biting her lip.

I threaten, "Don’t make me––"

"I wanted you to fuck me… Brody."

I hide my smile. Now we’re getting somewhere. I take off my shirt. "And who do you belong to, Miss Lola Kemper?"

"You… Brody Black."

I glance at the elders, keeping my back to her. "And are you willing to do anything to make it up to me?"

She’s hesitant so I turn around to look at her. When she doesn’t answer, I yell, "Are you willing to do anything to fucking make it up to me?"

Her eyes look past me at the elders, and her fear is obvious.

I lean down in her face and say, "Yes or no, or I’ll make the decision for you."

"Yes," she murmurs.

I stare into her eyes and then kiss her. She kisses me back, leaning into me. I stand her up with her hands still tied behind her back. I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.

"Do you want to fuck me, Duchess?" I ask.

She whispers, "Not here."

I lean my forehead against hers and say, "I need them to know you’re mine, baby. You don’t have a fucking choice."

I lift her shirt up to her neck, revealing perfect fucking tits. I suck and then bite them, making her moan echo through the chambers. I turn her around, holding her tight against my body, pushing my dick against her back.

"Lola Kemper belongs to me! And I’m going to fucking prove it. She’s mine and only mine."

I remove her wrists from the tie, and I pull her back to my lips. Her kiss is passionate as her fingers run through my hair. Then she’s touching my body. I pull her yoga pants down, revealing her ass to Jack, Caleb, and the elders. They’re all watching.

Our kiss breaks, and she’s staring up at me with fuck-me-eyes as she unbuttons my jeans. She tugs them down along with my boxers. When my dick swings out, her mouth is devouring me. She starts choking on it as I look up at the guys, making it known who the fuck she belongs to.

When she starts working her tongue, I guide her head and enjoy it for a minute. She’s really trying to make it up to me. I hold her head in place and fuck her throat, cutting off her air supply. Then I pull out and stand her up. I yank the yoga pants down to her ankles and turn her around. She’s soaking fucking wet for me. I bend her over and aim my dick at her entrance.

I slide slowly into her, savoring how tight her pussy is. She grips onto the table in front of her and moans so fucking good.

"You’re so fucking tight for me, Duchess. My dick can only go halfway."

She starts working her hips, allowing me in a little deeper. Her wet pussy feels like fucking heaven as I groan.

"Fuck," she moans. "Oh, fuck, Brody. Go slow."

I wrap my hand around and find her clit. "I’ll fucking go as fast or slow as I want, understand?"

She nods, allowing me in a little more.

"That’s it, Duchess. Take all of my dick like a good fucking girl." I grab her neck now that I’m all the way in. "Who the fuck do you belong to?"

"You. Only you."

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