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I watched in astonishment and pure lust as his face grew harsher. His top lip curled and he snarled like a wild animal, his eyebrows lowering. His neck and chest were flushed. A shot of adrenaline and pure need went through me as I realized he was going to jack himself off and make me watch.

I felt my pussy pulse in need.Yes. Finally.I was right on the edge again watching him pleasure himself. I wanted to look behind me and watch his hands jerk his huge, thick, terrifying snake of a cock, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the look on his face.

The hand that was holding my hips in place flew up and he caught me by the neck, holding me just tightly enough to hurt, reducing the bloodflow and making my world start to tilt.

“Put your fucking hands behind your head right now, you whore,” he spat at me, and I did. Growling in satisfaction, he squeezed my neck tighter.

Another pulse of my pussy. I rocked against him harder, wishing to hell I could press back against his cock and sink down onto him. I knew if I did, I would come on the spot. Fuck, he would fill me up and stretch me so hard I wouldn’t be able to see straight, or walk right, for a damn long time.I shuddered at the thought.

“You think you’re going to get yourself off on me, hmm?” he sneered.

“Please–”

“No.”

“Please, Sir, I–”

“You don’t get to come today,” he laughed. “You’re just my toy for the next five days, Alice. You troublemaking little fuck. Toys don’t get to come. Toys are here for me to play with, for me to enjoy. And I enjoy you most when you suffer for me. And you fucking know that, don’t you?” he clenched his teeth as he spoke. “You are my fucking toy, aren’t you?”

I wasn’t breathing. His hand tightened on my neck just a little more and he panted, his hand behind me working furiously. I felt like I was flying, and I couldn’t stop grinding myself and rocking against him, drowning in the feeling of his skin against my pussy and pressing my clit into him.

“Tell me.”

“Sir–”

“Tell me who you fucking belong to!”

He let go of my neck as I mumbled the words. The blood rushing back to my head sent me into an explosion of stardust and ashes, and I collapsed forward on top of him right as I watched him come. He grunted, and I could feel the hot wet splash of it on my back, taste the sweet tangy salt of his sweat on his skin, and feel the warmth of his breath as it washed over me. He wrapped his arms around me and let his eyes fall closed, his fingers swirling his jizz into the skin on my back.

Neither of us spoke a word. We didn’t need to. Over and over, the same phrase echoed on repeat, soothing me like the sweetest comfort I could have ever imagined.

I belong to Reuben Weston.

And that was a very good place to be.

Chapter 63

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