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I continue to flick the whip across her sensitive flesh, and at the same time, I move the whirring vibrator over the same spot, mounting pleasure over the pleasurable ache of the whip. Her cries grow louder as she trembles and tugs hard at the cuffs. I discard the whip and slide the vibrator back and forth over clit.

She grows even wetter, her moans skyrocketing as she grinds into it, her body tight with tension. “Please, sir. L-let me come,” she begs.

“Not yet,” I growl.

She looks exquisite with her reddening skin and trembling body, and I fight the need to fuck her deep and hard. My cock weeps at every moan and whimper, chipping at my control. But her pleasure comes before all else. Her response pleases me, and for now it’s enough.

She bunches the sheets beneath her fists, trying to hold back her orgasm. “I can’t. I c-can’t. Please, sir, let me c-come,” she says in a trembling voice, twisting her head around.

I press the vibrator hard on her engorged clit. “Come.Now, sweetheart,” I order in a low growl, satisfied with her level of restraint.

She shouts, bucking wildly against the vibrator as she lets go.

I increase the power and watch her come over and over until she’s a trembling, mindless mess, babbling and pleading. “Please, sir. This is too much. I c-can’t…oh!” She jerks hard as another orgasm seizes her body.

I leave the vibrator on her drenched sex and quickly yank off my pants, freeing my hard cock. I open the restraints on her ankles and move the vibrator away, kneeling between her thighs. I reach out to remove the blindfold, wanting to look into her eyes as I enter her. Then I lift her hips, arrange her legs over my shoulders, and line up my stiff dick against her pussy lips, slamming home in the same breath.

“Fuck!” I grunt as her walls clamp hard around me and she comes again in a loud wail.

I move, thrusting deep and hard. I should be gentler with her, but my hard-won restraint has shattered.

“Look at me,” I command, grunting in satisfaction at her quick response.

Her moss-green eyes reel me in and I revel in the warmth I see in them. I drive into her, deeper and harder, hitting the same spot over and over. The urge to let go is a blaze of heat inside me, consuming everything in its path except my need to possess and protect this woman.

“Theo!” she screams hoarsely, bucking hard, her walls tightening around my dick like a vise.

It doesn’t take long for me to go over the edge. I grunt harshly as I come hard and long inside her, spraying jets of cum with every shallow thrust. My breath comes out in ragged pants and my heart thuds hard. Slowly, I withdraw my spent dick and gently uncuff her wrists, slowly massaging them.

I press soft kisses to her closed lids, her forehead, and then her lips. “Grace, are you okay?” I ask softly, and I’m immediately ensnared in her drowsy gaze.

“Yes. I’m more than okay,” she assures me, smiling sleepily.

“Will you do this again?” I ask curiously, grinning at her answering nod.

She yawns aloud, closing her eyes, and my heart softens at the sight. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up,” I whisper, pressing another kiss to her soft pink lips.

I watch her breathing turn even as she succumbs to sleep, feeling an immense gratitude for her unexpected presence in my life. She is a burning light that illuminates the dark patches in my soul.

She fits with me.

The thought remains in my heart as I get off the bed, gently lift her up, and carry her back to the bedroom.

Chapter Seven

Grace

“Hmm…”

I moan softly as I slowly come awake. My body aches in the most pleasurable way, and I gingerly stretch my legs. Images of last night rush back into my mind, and I can’t help the small smile that tugs at my lips.

While I’d always imagined what sex might be like, I knew I’d never be able to gain any kind of experience while living in the home of my twisted fanatic of a father. And since I was closely monitored with no friends, there was no way to learn about sex and how deeply pleasurable and versatile it can be.

I slowly blink my eyes open, and my gaze clashes with a pair of striking cobalt-blue eyes. My immediate shock transforms into a shy blush once I see the absolute tenderness in them.

“Good morning,” Theo murmurs huskily, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. He leans over slightly, his lips gently grazing mine. “Sleep well, baby?”

I nod, unable to manage a word past the tightness in my throat. My heart is beating so fast, butterflies fluttering around nervously in my stomach.

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