Page 75 of The Keeper

As I settled between her thighs, I caught sight of a thin white string and grinned wickedly.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” I twisted it around my finger and tugged, sliding the tampon free in one smooth motion.

Piper spit out the makeshift gag, her cheeks flushing. “Shit, I forgot?—”

“You cramping or in pain?” I asked, searching her face for any sign of discomfort.

She shook her head. “No, but?—”

“Good,” I growled, shoving her panties back between her lips. “Because I’m not going to let a little blood stop me from taking what’s mine.”

The thought of taking her on her period and having her mark me only turned me on more. I stripped down to my briefs, my cock straining against the fabric as I spread her thighs wide.

My mouth watered at the sight of her glistening pussy. She was already so wet for me that I didn’t need to coat my fingers before sliding two into her slick channel, curving them to hit her G-spot.

“That’s it, baby,” I growled as her inner muscles clenched around me. “Fuck my fingers. Show me how bad you want it.”

Piper’s hips bucked frantically as I increased my pace, driving her closer to the edge. I waited until her thigh muscles tightened and her breaths grew ragged before withdrawing my hand. She whimpered in protest, her eyes flashing with frustrated desire.

I made sure she was watching as I brought my blood-stained fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean with a low groan. The metallic tang mixed with her juices sent another surge of possessiveness through me.

“You’re mine,” I said, dragging my teeth over her peaked nipples. “Nod for me, baby.”

She shook her head, playful defiance sparking in her lust-glazed eyes.

“Be a good girl and submit to me,” I demanded, wrapping one hand around her throat, putting pressure on the sides. Enough to make her lashes flutter.

Piper spit out the gag. “Make me,” she panted before pulling my mouth down over hers, nipping and sucking my lip until she drew blood.

The pain only spurred me on, and I growled against her lips, the taste of blood mingling between us. “You want a safe word? Red. That’s your safe word. Use it the second you feel uncomfortable, and I’ll stop immediately.”

Her eyelids went heavy, and she nodded.

“I’m fucking serious, Piper. Don’t hesitate or try to tough it out,” I warned, dragging my thumb over the blood on her lip. “You want me to stop, say red, and it ends right there. Are we clear?”

“Say red if it’s too much or I need you to stop,” she repeated, her tongue tracing the same path my thumb had. “Now, are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Always a brat.” I ground my cock against her slick folds. The thin barrier of my boxer briefs was torture, but I wanted to make her beg for it.

I trailed biting kisses down her neck, leaving marks on her pale skin in my wake. My hand slid up to cup her breast, thumbing her nipple roughly as I sucked a bruise onto her collarbone.

Mine.

“Who do you belong to?”

“No one,” she hissed, jutting her chin up in defiance.

I grinned and sank my teeth into the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder, drawing a cry from her lips. “Wrong fucking answer.”

My head dipped to her breasts, and I exhaled a warm breath over the hardened points before flicking them with my tongue. “Whose tits are these?”

“Mine,” she said, her breath catching as I rubbed my beard against them.

“You’re really bad at this game,” I said, capturing a nipple between my teeth. I sucked greedily at the puckered flesh before switching sides until she was a writhing mess beneath me.

I released her nipple with a wetpopand slid my hand between her thighs. “Try again, darlin’. Who owns this pussy?”

She ground her clit against my palm before groaning, “Fuck…you do, Dane. You own me. Only you.”

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