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“I can do that if I want to,” he says, voice low, eyes flashing like he’s reading my mind, sensing my uncertainty. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re just a pretty little toy for me to use however I want.” His grip on my chin tightens. “I own you.”
My core clenches, and I wonder if I could come just from these filthy words. “Yes, sir.”
“Don’t fucking forget it.”
Then he’s behind me again, his belt biting into my ass cheeks over and over again while he says the filthiest things, all about how he owns me and what a slut I am, how dirty, useless, only good for one thing—taking his punishments and his cock.
I’m delirious with how good it feels.
Suddenly his hands are gripping my hips, tugging me back over the leather, tilting my ass as far as the straps and my position will allow. Before I can even get my bearings, he’s shoving inside me, his cock so big, stretching me without warning, that I can’t help but cry out again.
This time, he doesn’t tell me to be quiet.
“That’s right,” he grunts, already starting a punishing pace, his hips slapping into my reddened bottom. “Scream while I shove this big cock inside you.”
God, he’s perfect like this. Exactly what I wanted—more than I could have hoped for.
Grant grabs my hair, wrapping it around his fist and groaning when he pulls my head back, causing my back to arch.
“You have no idea how you look right now,” he pants out. “Ass red from my belt, tied up and helpless, taking every inch of my dick.” He tugs harder on my hair, the sharp sting making me gasp. “You belong to me, Kensie. This cunt and this body. You’re fuckingmine.”
There’s something in his voice, some hint of possession or satisfaction that goes way beyond the games we play. I’m not sure how I feel about it so I push the thought away, determined to stay in the moment. The filthy, mind-blowingly good moment.
“Are you close?” he demands.
I whine, trying to wiggle back into him. He laughs, the sound cruel.
“You need more, don’t you? Greedy slut needs me to touch her clit?”
“Yes, please,” I cry.
He laughs again. “I don’t think so. You’re just my little toy, remember? I don’t give a fuck if you come or not. This is about me.” A particularly hard thrust into my depths has me whimpering. “You’re here to serve me. To get me off. Not the other way around.”
“Yes, sir,” I moan, andfuck, the words actually have me approaching the edge. Between the relentless, ruthless snap of his hips against me, the heat and pain still radiating from my ass, and the cruel, objectifying words—it’s all too much.
“You’re gonna come,” he groans. “I can feel your cunt flutter around me. Fuck, you really are a dirty girl, aren’t you? Who else would come from being treated like a filthy whore?”
That’s it. I’m done. I spiral over the edge without his permission, way too far gone to care. Behind me, I hear him roar out a yell, his hot release flooding inside me. That only prolongs my own orgasm, especially when he leans over to groan into my ear. “Take every drop like the little cumslut you are.”
Perfect.
Every sensation, every word. It’s exactly what I needed tonight. The relief I feel is almost as intense as the pleasure.
It takes a few moments—or hell, maybe longer—for me to come back to myself. He’s moved us to an imposing velvet-cushioned chair, and I’m on his lap, cradled tight in his arms. His heart is beating fast under my ear, so I suppose not too much time has passed. It’s hard to say though, not when I’m in that gloriously floaty, relaxing state that follows such an intense scene. Subspace, they call it.
As I become more aware of what’s happening around me, I realize that he’s running a hand through my hair, over and over. His lips press against the top of my head, my forehead, anywhere he can reach.
Then his words finally reach me.
“You’re so good,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl for me, Kensie. So brave and strong, telling me what you want, taking all of it.”
My body goes rigid, the remaining wisps of subspace disappearing like cotton candy in water. The words he’s saying, the tenderness, the praise—I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t know how todealwith it.
“I’m so proud of you,” he says, more than a little bit of awe in his voice.
And that’s when I burst into tears.
GRANT
