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Viper

No sooner than Harp looks toward his toy case, I let go of him and go over to it, inspecting the display much more closely than I had before I came into the room. Then I spot it. A safe embedded in the wall disguised as a handcuff and lock set.

I toss the handcuffs aside and get to work undoing the lock. It doesn’t take long. I’ve been picking locks and safes and anything I wasn’t supposed to get into since I could walk. Once it’s open, I find not just a phone but a computer. No doubt there’s something useful on that.

“Got it?” Dele asks from where she’s still standing over Harp with the skull mask now discarded on the ground and the flogger in her hand with her arms crossed while Harp whimpers beneath her.

I was able to keep myself from doing anything before. But she’s such a sight to behold right now—standing dominant over another—that I have to reach down and adjust my pants to give my cock some relief. She exudes power and confidence. Utterly unstoppable and untouchable. A worthy challenge.

But unlike the men who only wanted to take her down a peg the previous night, who wanted to crush her spirit and make her submit, I don’t want that. Sure, I enjoy taking her down a notch or two when she gets too stubborn, but I get no satisfaction in taking her down so far that she can’t fight back at all.

I want to dominate her and subdue her and have her at her most powerful. I want to gain the satisfaction that no matter how powerful and a force of nature she is, she still can’t overcome my own might and power. I want her to know she’s powerful, know she’s unstoppable and also know that even that’s not enough against me. But I want her to keep fighting anyway. I want her to be able to fight and know she can’t win and like it anyway.

Not some demure, broken, and helpless thing that can’t fight back and won’t fight back like people like Travis and Harp want.

I push the thought out my mind even as my cock grows harder. Right now isn’t the time.

It takes little effort to hack into the encrypted computer and phone to find the information that Dele and I have been seeking for months. Not just about the tail end of Pray’s child trafficking scheme, but also all his human trafficking exploits. It’s a lot to look through. It would take weeks. Maybe months. It’s going to take at least an hour to download it onto the portable hard drive Dele gave me for this occasion. But we have an hour. Probably longer.

I connect the phone into the computer and then the drive and set it aside to wait for everything to load.

“Got it?” Dele asks me without turning to look from Harp who is still cowering from his hallucinations.

“Got it. It’ll be done downloading within the hour,” I say.

With the task done—or on its way to being done without me having to do anything—I stand up, approach Dele from behind while releasing my cock from its confines.

I stand right behind her, bury my face into her neck, allow her to feel my cock poking into her ass as I say, “We’ve got a little time to kill.”

“You’re insatiable,” she says without moving. But she doesn’t push me away either.

“For you? Yes.”

“What about Harp?” she says while eying the man now curled up in the chair as he cowers from his hallucinations.

“He’s not going anywhere. Besides, this is what we came for.”

The delicate lace straps of fabric that she wears right now cover little of her body and hardly leave anything to imagination. But that’s not enough for me. I wantnothingleft to imagination. So I rip the outfit apart from behind and tear it from her. Wrap my arms around her and pull her body flush against mine. I cup her pussy with one hand and squeeze at her breasts with the other. All the while, my cock pokes into her firm ass.

Whatever the hell it is that Harp sees makes him cower and cry out in terror even more—a stark contrast to the way he laughed and whooped the previous night. By the way Dele lets out a cruel laugh, she sees it too. I wonder if the way her pussy is growing wetter and wetter is because she gets a perverse excitement from it. Or is it because my hand is pressed so hard against her pussy? Or is it my hard cock poking into her? Knowing her, it’s probably all of it.

“Onto your knees,” I demand, letting her go and shoving her forward.

She glares at me over her shoulder for this, but still gets down on her hands and knees. I can hardly get my clothes off fast enough. I almost don’t. But I don’t want anything between us when I fuck her.

Seeing her plump ass squirming in the air gives me an idea.

“What are you doing?” she asks when she feels me begin to spread her ass cheeks apart.

“You’ll see.”

Before she can say anything else, I put my mouth to her asshole, causing her to let out a squeak and jump some.

“Relax, Bell. You’ll like it. I promise.”

I start slow, licking the rim of her hole to get her used to the sensations. When I hear her begin to let out throaty pants, feel her ass begin to clench, I poke my tongue inside some. It’s not very far, but it’s a start to opening her up, preparing her for something much more intrusive and wider and harder. She likes it, if the long moan she lets out as I explore her is anything to go off of.

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