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“You’re going to come for me.”

“No.”

“Yes,” I snarled.

Her whimpers vibrated against me as I pressed my lips to her ear. “You’re mine,” I rasped. “Mine to fuck and mine to play with. Mine to make come over and over again until you're my perfect little mess.”

She bucked, fighting the pleasure. Fuck, she was fighting it, her whimpers and moans growing louder. I strained to keep her under control, my muscles rippling as I held her down.

“Your pleasure is mygiftto you,” I growled. “You’re going to come for me even if you don’t want to. I don’t care what you want. Only whatIwant, and that’s for you to come on my fingers.”

I kept circling her clit and then dipped two fingers inside of her, holding tight as she stiffened against me, a longer moan drawn out as I started to fuck her with them. Even with how wet she was, she was still tight, milking my fingers with her silky cunt. I added a third, the wet vulgar noises echoing through her bedroom.

I brought my hand at her mouth to her throat, her shout making my ears ring as I wrestled her, driving her further and further to the edge.

“No,” she sobbed. “I feel like I’m going to pee?—”

“I’m not stopping,” I growled.

“No, no, no?—”

I kept going. Was she going to squirt? I wanted her to. I wanted that to happen more than anything else.

“No! I don’t want to! I don’t want to,” she cried. “Fuck!”

Her body arched like a bow, her strangled gasp lost as I forced her to come. Hot liquid gushed over my hand, and fuck?—

Blinding light followed as I came in my pants, unable to stop myself after making her squirt. I cursed, shaking against her as my cum wet my jeans, my cock bursting at the seams.

“Fuck,” I rasped. “Pepper.”

She melted against me, both of us panting. I couldn’t think straight. I closed my eyes, my head spinning.

“Oh my god,” she squeaked. “Did I just?—”

“That wasn’t piss, baby. You squirted,” I said, tightening my arms around her before she could roll away. “Stay.”

It was a command. Pepper went still, her body stiff for a few seconds before she seemed to accept that I wasn’t letting her go.

“Did you come just now?” she whispered.

“Yes. Making you squirt made me come in my pants,” I gritted out.

“Oh.”

I hadn’t seen that coming. Maybe I should have, given how hard I’d been for so long, but it washerthat sent me over the edge. I thought about her begging, and then frowned.

CNC was something I thoroughly enjoyed, but without fail, there was always a rush of concern that came after. Did I hurt her? Did I actually harm her? Did I do anything wrong? What if?—

“Are you okay?” I asked, my eyes flying open.

“Yes,” she said. “I’m more than okay.”

My worries eased a fraction. “Good. You said no a lot.”

“I thought that was part of CNC?”

“Well, it is. That doesn’t mean I don’t feel worried.”

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