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I grin, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Trust me, I will," I say, trying to at least sound like the person of me I know. The version of me that is in command, demanding unspeakable things and the drones only complying. "And at some point, you will beg me to stop. But first, you have to earn it. So stop giving me lip, dove. Be a good little drone and do as you’re told."

Polly gives a little gasp as her hand slides down her belly towards her spread thighs. And in between. I follow her with my eyes. A shiver runs down my spine as she touches her clit and a soft moan escapes her.

"That’s right, little dove. Show me what pleasures you."

Without thinking, my hands cup her thighs and she moans a little louder, circling her clit while her other hand roams across her tits, squeezing and clasping her hardened nipples. It does look a little painful.

"That’s what you like, dove?" I ask, catching her gaze. She nods, panting while working herself. "You like that little twist of pain?"

"Yeah," she croons, arching her back, clawing her nipple and biting her lower lip.

"Tell me," I lean in, my lips ghosting her collarbone, goosebumps blooming on her skin. "Do you come harder when there’s a little pain involved?"

"Yes." Polly gasps, her hips twitching in my lap. She is stroking herself harder now. I grip her harder, my fingers digging into her soft thighs, pulling her closer. Her eyes widen when her hand brushes against the hard bulge in my pants.

"Fuck yourself with your hand," I growl into her ear. She complies, whimpering when she slides her fingers into her pussy. I can smell her arousal, can literally hear how wet she is from the slick sounds. I can hardly wait to taste her. But first I want to, need to, hear her squeal.

I widen my seat, forcing her legs to spread further. She gasps, sinking deeper onto her own hand, and gives a surprised yelp when I slide my fingers down to her clit.

"Keep going," I growl, and at the same time grip her throat. She gasps as I gently press down her larynx and work her clit with hard, short strokes. She convulses as she comes for the first time tonight, writhing in my lap as I choke her just enough to turn pain into pleasure. She writhes, her sweet moans choking, as I guide her down from her high, gently loosening the grip on her throat.

While her heart beats frantically against her chest, a strange fog spreads in my mind. Time stretches, slows down. The everlasting rattling and whirring in my scheming mind that always calculates the next ten steps gets the volume turned down.

"Sit down next to me" I rasp after a few moments. Polly gasps, catching her breath. "Kneel. Face to the wall."

Polly complies as if sleepwalking, positioning herself with her knees on the sofa, her arms on the backrest. That delicious little ass that started the entire mess in the first place is round and perfect right in front of me.

"Stay there," I say, getting up, a little dizzy myself, as my evil plan for how I will have all of her tonight is forming in my head.

I rummage a little in the cupboard next to the door until I find what I am looking for, and return to my dutifully waiting drone.

As I bend over her, my tie falls on her shoulders. Goosebumps bloom on her skin where the fabric touches. Polly sucks in a breath.

"If you’re not up to this, at any point, tell me and I’ll stop," I whisper in her ear, and the wolf within me rages with hunger for her.

Polly startles, shooting me a questioning glance over her naked shoulder. I hold her glance. I might be in charge — or at least I think I am in charge — but she has to draw her own line. The beast in me might be otherwise inclined, but I won’t force her to anything she doesn’t want to.

"Are you asking for my safe word?" she now asks, cocking a brow.

"What is it, dove?"

She hesitates, ponders for a moment. "Pineapple," she says.

I nod. "Say the word and it stops."

She nods, facing the wall again. And I feel… strange. Like I’m actually excited. I need to gather my bearings for a second, steady myself before I go on. Then I lean in and hold out my hand, showing her the object I’ve been holding in my hand.

"Before we start, I need you to have a look at this."

She turns some more, craning her neck. Her eyes widen as she sees the object I am holding out.

It’s an anal plug. A quadruple spherical anal plug.

"So, are you up to this?" I say with a rough voice.

ChapterTwenty-Four

Polly

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