Page 83 of Brutal Savior

I don’t have to tell her twice. She sets to work with confidence, and I just lie back and fucking enjoy it.

I watch her lips, the way they stretch around my shaft as she struggles her way to the bottom. My hands twitch, wanting to hold her there, but I stop myself. Watching her stretch to fit me into all her pretty little holes is my favorite thing. She struggles but takes it like a fucking champion.

She’s closed her eyes, concentrating, but as I feel my release build, I tap her cheek. “Eyes on me, darling.”

She pauses for a second, icy gaze meeting mine, then I groan as she slides back down with renewed energy. She sucks hard, cheeks hollowing out, and my eyes roll back in my head at the surge of pleasure. “Fuck yes. Like that. Just like that.”

She does as she’s told. I can’t hold on any longer, and instinct takes over. I grip the back of her head as my release rises up, and after a few deep, rough strokes right to the back of her throat, I shoot into her mouth.

There’s a moment where everything fades out, nothing left but roaring pleasure and the hot feel of Quinn’s lips on my skin. I’m panting, still gripping her. She struggles, but she can stay right where she is a bit longer.

Fuck yes. She’s everything that was missing in my life.

When I let her go, I watch as my cock slips from her mouth and she splutters, caught between choking and swallowing. Messy, sticky white fluid drips from the corners of her mouth as she gives me an adorable glare.

I lean down, wipe the corners of her lips with my finger, then feed it to her when she opens her mouth to complain. Her eyes widen. Muffled around my finger, she says, “You…”

“Shush. That was perfect. Don’t ruin it by talking.”

She bites my finger. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me jump.

“Gotcha.” The grin she gives me after is enough to make me want to spank her little arse yet again, but it’s much too late, and we both need sleep.

I settle for gripping her hair in my fist. “Right, brat. We’re getting a shower, and we’re going to bed. And unless you want to spend the night in your cage, you’ll behave. Got it?”

She nods as best she can, but she’s still smirking.

Fuck, I love this girl.

***

Early the next morning, Quinn is wide awake and as jittery as I’ve ever seen her, bouncing around the room getting ready to meet Grandad.

I’ve let her dress more conservatively than usual, with thick black tights to hide the belt marks on her thighs. Her bright green pleated skirt stops just above her knees, and her tight black T-shirt only shows a finger width of midriff. For her, it’s practically nun-like.

I leave her alone and go to the new rooms to wait for Grandad to wake up.

I don’t have to wait long. Grandad has never been one to sleep in, and he emerges looking sharp in trousers and a button-up shirt someone procured from fuck-knows-where last night. It was waiting outside the door, and I put it in his room this morning. He wouldn’t have liked coming out in his pajamas.

He gives me a nod and goes to the huge window overlooking the forest. After standing there in silence for a few minutes, he says, “This isn’t a normal military base.”

It’s not phrased as a question. I gape for a moment as reality sinks in. He’s not fooled. Why did I think he might be? He’s always been the furthest thing from stupid.

I join him, looking out over the vast green expanse. I can’t be honest with him, and it fucking kills me. But maybe I can give him enough to set his mind at ease.

“You’re right. It’s a lot more secret. The only reason I got you in here is because my superior thinks you’re a harmless old man. He needs to keep thinking that.”

Deep, worried furrows cut into his forehead as he turns to face me. “What are you mixed up in, my boy? Tell me the truth. Is it something dangerous?”

“No. It’s nothing bad. I’m working right on the cutting edge of research, and there are a lot of people who would like to steal it. Here, my work is protected, but it means I have to give up some of my freedom in return. I spend most of my time here.”

His throat works. “But son, you can’t work all your life. What about finding a wife? Having kids? All the stuff that matters.”

It’s another kick to the gut, loaded with guilt. Grandad doesn’t know he’s never getting great-grandkids from me. A vasectomy took care of that—another Brotherhood rule. But at least he’s turned the conversation the direction I wanted.

“Actually, there’s someone special I want you to meet. She lives here too, and we’ve become close. She’s excited to meet you.”

His eyes widen. “Are you fuckin’ serious, lad? You’ve got a bird in here? Here’s me worried your todger was gonna fall off from lack of use. Why didn’t you tell me?”

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