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I lift her up, turning her around to face me. Her thighs wrap around my waist, her eyes enormous. I bend in, kissing her open mouth. She moans, her body limp and surrendered in my arms.

“What are you doing?” she gasps as we break apart.

I nuzzle her neck. “Making you mine.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

FREYA

He strokes back a bit of flyaway hair. His inked up arms are so strong around my body. I’m safe, cherished. Degraded, but in the sweetest way possible.

I want more.

He clears his throat. “Let’s talk your safeword. Do you want to keep using lights?”

“Lights?”

“Red, yellow, green,” he says, hand drifting around my ass. My hips twitch as he touches the plug, circling it. “Green means keeping going. Yellow means you’re reaching your limits. Red means everything stops.”

I think it over. It’s simple, easy to remember if I get overwhelmed.

“Yes,” I say. His brow crooks. “Daddy.”

He taps my chin. “Good girl. You’re learning quickly. Alright, I want you back on the kneeler. Face the mirror.”

He guides me to it, helping me sink back onto my knees. In the mirror, I’m beautiful. My face is flushed from pleasure, my hair braided with flowers. I’m not the scared girl I’ve always been.

Tonight, I’m safe, breathtaking, and pleasured.

He kneels behind me. Our eyes meet in the mirror. I exhale as he cups my right breast and runs his thumb over it, back and forth.

“How do you get me to stop?” he asks, voice rasping.

“Say red,” I say.

“Good girl,” he says. His hand leaves my breast, and he starts untying the ropes. They were firm, not cutting off my circulation, but it feels good to roll my shoulders as they fall away. He kisses my spine. My head lolls to the side.

I’m so ready to be his tonight.

He gets up to put the rope away. My pussy aches, clenching around the dildo. That makes me grip the one in my ass too. Pleasure rides through me in waves.

God, I want to come so badly.

I hear him open the dresser again. Then, he kneels behind me, easing me back to sit on his thighs. His body is warm and stable beneath mine. He’s strong, he’s fierce, but he’s not cruel. I didn’t know that combination was possible. It makes me fall into him, to trust him. He slides his palms over my waist, one hand resting on the chastity belt over my pussy.

“I want you to clean us off my cock with your mouth,” he says.

My stomach flips.

“Yes, daddy,” I whisper.

That word comes so easily now. Maybe because he’s earning it. He puts his hand on my upper spine and bends me over again. The floor fills my vision. My spine arches so I’m spread open. The dildo plugging my pussy is snug from this angle.

He kisses down my spine. Then, I feel his hot mouth close over the plug in my ass as he pulls it from me with his teeth, spitting it to the side.

God, he’s awful. Just filthy.

Palms to the floor, I keep still. He kisses the backs of my thighs, around the chastity strap covering my sex. Then, I hear the lube uncap. Something cold touches my asshole. I jump, turning my head.

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