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I pull my cock out of her and see her pussy twitch and ache for me as she moans and turns over onto her back, scooting up the bed and spreading her legs for me.
“Thatis what my good girl does,” I say, “she knows what to do without me telling her. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” she breathes, glowering at me, her pure eyes wide and glimmering. She looks down at my cock and reaches out for me, but I grab her hands and press her down onto the bed, her fingers slipping through mine.
I press the head of my cock against her clit and move it there for a moment, thinking of new ways to drive her fucking crazy. Her eyelids flutter and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, pressing down with a delicious smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“You’ve waited long enough,” I say, pushing myself into her. Her cherry is gone, and she’s already been thoroughly fucked, but I haven’t had the pleasure of cumming with my cock buried deep inside her yet. And that’s all I fucking want.
“I have,” she mewls as I drag myself in and out of her.
I push into her with new ferocity, cupping the back of her head with my hand, tugging on her hair and biting her lip as our bodies tangle together.
Just a little bit of pain is all she needs. It’s all she wants. I wrap my fingers gently around her throat and let my thumb reach up to her bottom lip, and squeeze ever so slightly, and that’s when her pussy wraps me up with impossible tightness, and I feel my cock twitch and explode.
“Fuck,” she cries out, and I trace my thumb along her throat, playing with her skin with my teeth as I allow myself to empty out into her.
“That’s my girl. My sweet girl.”
Her hips buck into mine as she cums, her body losing control as I maintain the momentum we’ve built. She can lose control with me, and I’ll keep her in check.
This is what I want to do for her.
And I curse those bars on the windows where she was working. They kept her hidden, caged in.
Controlled.
“You won’t go back to that place,” I say as her breathing begins to slow and become steady. “Those bars won’t keep you hidden. They won’t control you. You are mine now.”
Her eyes close and then open softly as they come to mine and she wraps her arms and legs around my body compliantly.
She knows.
Her eyes soften and her lips turn up.
“Now?” she says, challenging me.
“Not just now,” I say, brushing her hair away from her face. “Always.”
Avery
Is this really my life?
I must be dreaming.
And if I am, I’m not sure that I want to wake up.
That would mean the man who saved me isn’t real.
I look over at him - at Gabe - and my heart flutters. He looks like he belongs here in the club, with power and prestige dripping from every single one of his pores. His eyes, confident and dominant, like he owns the place. Because, after all, he does.
And my insides warm when he glances over at me. There are other men here, andallof them are good-looking. They all have the right features, and the right clothing, and they are all wearing masks, which gives them all a level of both anonymity and uniformity.
But Gabe, my goodness, even with his mask, he stands out in a way I never knew possible.
He stood out when he came in from the cold and said nothing when he spotted me. When his eyes trailed up and down my body, drank me in, I knew.
I knew something was going to happen. I knew I would be different. I knewthiswould be a different kind of day.
