Page 54 of The Freedom in Captivity

As though that was the command she needed, her insides tighten around my fingers, her body going stiff with the orgasm that wracks her body. Her head falls back, right into the hand I still have in her hair, so I release her, granting her some movement back. I trail that hand down her neck, between her breasts, stopping to cup each one as her heavy breaths slow and she eventually lifts her head again.

I pull my drenched fingers from her and take my time licking each one clean under her watchful gaze.

“Fuck,” she whispers.

When I’m done, I tap her thigh and back away from the bed, giving her the space to follow my order. “On your back.”

She moves but doesn’t shift to lie down. Instead, she flips on her hands and knees, lowers her front until her ass is all I see, and peeks at me from over her shoulder. “I’d prefer this.”

Rozelyn’s never been a complete submissive. Never more dominant than me certainly, but never one to obey every command. I appreciated that about her back then, but in the years following the breakup, when my needs grew too strong and I finally sought a woman out to fuck, I only ever found one who listened to me. Did as I commanded, touched when I allowed her to. I never wanted more; the thought of a stranger trying to take control sickened me.

But that’s not what I’m feeling now, and the burn across my sternum tells me it’s more than old desires resurfacing.

That’s the worst fucking part of this.

Ishouldflip her onto her back. Prove to her and to myself that her seeking control isn’t allowed here…but I don’t. Because I don’t want to.

I’m finding myself pleased that no matter what life has thrown her way, there’s still bits of the old her here. That De Falco’s evilness hasn’t made her into a complete puppet of his control.

When she wiggles her ass to regain my attention, it’s precisely what happens. The bed’s height puts her at the perfect angle for this position, and for me to see that drenched slit of hers, swollen and begging to be fucked.

“On your knees, my little slut, that’s what you want?”

“Yes.”

I step closer until my thighs are touching the bed and with a hand around each of her legs, I drag her toward the edge of the bed. Taking my cock in my hand, I drag it over her, using all her wetness as lubricant.

She continues to watch me, an excited gleam in her eyes. She pushes herself into me, but I don’t listen to that silent order, instead taking my time with her.

With ending this.

Because once I finish fucking her, this is it. This ends. My sanity returns and I get back to my job before my boss and underboss have reasons to question my methods more than they already do.

So I drag it on for longer, stroking my cock over her core, paying special attention to tap my piercing against her sensitive clit. The piercing was done after a drunken dare with one of the other guys here, but I’ve never regretted it. For this purpose. For watching her back tighten, her hands curling around my comforter as she fights to hold back her reaction. Eventually, she breaks my gaze and her head falls forward.

The moment she looks away, I grant her what we both need. Angling myself at her pussy, I push inside her. Two inches first before I pull out halfway, and thrust back in. I repeat this a few times until I’m seated inside her, our shared groans filling my bedroom. A sound I’ll now replay every night I’m in here.

“Oh my god,” she pants.

I move my hips, pushing deeper inside her, feeling her core clench as I stretch her.

“Oh my god,” she repeats. “Do not move.”

I won’t until I know what her hesitation is.

“Y-your piercing.”

Oh.I smile. Not a good enough reason to stop then.

Gripping her hips with both hands, I slam into her again, and she moans, dropping her head onto my bed. The blanket muffles her next sound.

“Flynn…Flynn, I won’t last.”

Good. She doesn’t deserve to witness my demise drag on longer than it should.

“You’re pressing right at the—”

The rest of her sentence is cut off by another low cry as the orgasm clearly builds inside her, but I got what she was attempting to tell me. My piercing is stroking right against the spot that’ll soon make her lose every ounce of control she believes she still has and I’ll have her coming until she’s a quivering mess to use at my disposal.

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