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I slipped a finger inside the elastic band of her panties and felt the slick heat of her arousal. Her keening cry let me know that just the slightest touch would send her flying.

“Please, Marcus,” she whimpered, “Master...”

She had no idea what that did to me. Every time she used it, I could see her naked kneeling in front of me and waiting for my command. I began to stroke her swollen pussy. When I found the tight bundle of nerves that was begging for my touch, I rubbed small circles until she could no longer hold back.

I saw her teeth moments before they latched onto my neck. It was dangerous to let her feed from me. It only strengthened the bond between us. But as she sucked, and I felt my own release racing toward me, I really didn’t give a fuck.

She shattered in my arms, her body shaking so hard that she dislodged her teeth from my neck. I couldn’t have stopped myself from coming if my life depended on it. This was a first for me since I was a young boy, coming in my pants. And yet the whole thing was raw and beautiful, especially Lucy, she was exquisite.

“What the fuck?”

I looked up to see a very angry Henry glaring down at us.

Lucy blinked, sated and woozy from her release.

“Marcus, we need to talk,” he said through gritted teeth.

And he was right, we did. I knew that I shouldn’t have touched her, but now that I had, I wouldn’t be letting her go.

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