Page 121 of Deacon

On the bed, I pick her naked body up and carry her to the kneeler. Her brows rise, and her lips part as I set her down on it, facing the mirror.

Fuck—she’s beautiful.

Arms are tucked behind her back, little curls brushing her neck, round breasts flushed with arousal. The chastity belt glitters on her full hips like starlight. I kneel behind her and take something from my pocket.

“Lean over,” I tell her.

She nods. I shake my head.

“What do you call me?”

She squirms slightly. “Yes, daddy,” she says, voice rasping.

“Good girl,” I say, pressing on her nape and balancing her weight to help her lean over until her forehead is an inch over the floor. “Next time you forget, you’ll be punished. Understood?”

I hear her gulp. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good. You’ll be rewarded for listening.”

“Yes, daddy.”

I leave her there, struggling to keep still. In the dresser, I take out a dildo, a plug, and a bottle of lube. Tonight, we’re going to push limits. She has her safeword and she knows how to use it.

When I return, I kneel behind her. Her body shivers as I run my palm over her hip, stroking her curves. I set the items down, wet my fingers, and find her asshole.

She tightens. I think she’s going to protest. Then, she moans, and her muscles relax enough that I can dip the very tip of my finger in. That surprises me. I didn’t think Freya would be interested in anal, or I would have introduced it before tonight. But the longer I play with her ass, the more relaxed she gets.

I pour the lube over my fingers and stroke circles around her sensitive opening. With my other hand, I find her pussy. My cock throbs against my zipper. Her cunt is soft, soaked, and my fingers slip right in. She whimpers as I find her G-spot and start circling my finger, tapping gently.

“God,” she bursts out.

I pick up the plug and start working it over her asshole.

“Tell me how good it feels, little cumslut,” I pant.

She gasps, turning her head to the other side. Her dark eyes flash, dreamy with desire.

“It’s so good,” she moans, hips working.

“Tell me,” I order, voice going harsh. “What feels good?”

She whines. “Your fingers…feel so good in my pussy, daddy.”

“Ride back on them,” I say, panting from how badly I want to just take my cock out and sink into her. She’s soaked, slippery, and there’s a faint sweet scent that has me feral.

She obeys, fucking back onto my fingers. The plug slips into her ass, and she shudders. A little burst of wetness drips down my hand, like she squirted without coming.

That scent hits me like a ton of bricks. My spine tingles. My head goes blank. When we had that conversation about her cycle, I did some independent research. I found out a lot of interesting things.

And right now, I’m pretty damn sure she’s ovulating.

I pull my fingers out and put them in my mouth. My senses heighten. Her sweet taste spreads over my tongue, laced with something…some kind of feral signal I can read on a deeper level.

I want this.

God, I fucking need this.

Up until now, we’ve fucked and haphazardly tried to avoid pregnancy. Maybe that’s a stretch, but I’ve never tried to get her pregnant.

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