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The tackle box was still in the basement so I went down to grab it, hauling it back to the room Damon and I shared. After sifting through the box, I found a pair of handcuffs. With those in hand, I headed back to Damon’s room. I wanted to surprise him because I needed him to know I would obey him. I hoped he would like it.

No. I was sure he would love it.

Chapter Eleven

DAMON

It was close to dinner time when I returned home. I was searching the whole house for Kara. Knowing shewouldn’t betray me again, she had to be somewhere. Searching the room we used for play, I couldn’t find her. But I noticed my bedroom door was ajar, when I normally closed it all the way. And Susie knew better than to leave the door like that after she cleaned.

Hesitantly, I pushed the door open. I was shocked to find Kara lying on my bed, a Cheshire smile on her face, holding a pair of handcuffs. “What the fuck?” I was pissed.

“You don’t like your surprise?” She frowned, but it was playful at the same time.

“Give me,” I ordered, holding my hand out as she handed me the handcuffs.

“Arrest me, Master.” She held her hands out. “I’ve been a bad girl.”

“You want to play. We’ll play, Dove.” I cuffed her hands together tightly. “Never ever enter my bedroom without my permission.” I yanked on the cuffs so I could whisper in her ear. “Do you understand?” She thought she hated me now. I was furious.

“Yes.” She was already breathless.

“Yes?” I questioned, looking her square in the eye.

“Yes, Master.”

“My bedroom is my sanctuary. You hear me?”

“Yes, Master.”

She had no idea what I had in store for her. I hauled her off the bed, took her over my shoulder and to the room we shared while I carried the tackle box with my other hand. The room where she should have been waiting for me. “You want to play. You will come into this room.”

“Yes, Master.”

“But I do like the effort you put into your attire. Now I’m going to rip this shit off you. On the bed.” I knew I had to contain my rage or I would hurt my Dove. I helped her on the bed since her hands were cuffed. “You keep defying me, Dove. Such a disappointment.”

“I didn’t mean to, Master. I only wanted to please you.”

“Don’t fucking speak unless I tell you to.” Removing my clothes, I positioned myself behind her. I ripped the material of her panties and my Dove gasped. Her glorious ass was on display for me. “It’s time for a little something new, Dove. Now I want you to relax.” I rubbed my hand over her ass, feeling the smooth skin. My cock was already growing hard. “Time for you to submit to me, Dove.”

Reaching in the tackle box, that I assumed Dove brought up, I took out a vibrator. “I’m going to make you feel me everywhere. There isn’t an inch of skin I won’t touch.” I turned the vibrator on and lightly pressed it against her ass. “Including this ass of yours.” I gave it a smack.

My cock was so hard. I was ready to claim her ass. After swirling her ass with the vibrator, I fucked her pussy for some lubrication. Placing a hand on the small of her back, I told her, “Just relax. It’s going to hurt at first.” Then I put the vibrator in her pussy and set it to medium speed. I eased my pussy-slicked cock in her ass, a little at a time until I was completely inside her. “This ass is mine, just like that pussy is, Dove. I own you. Tell me, I own you.”

“You own me. Oh fuck,” she squealed under me. Dove was so horny and ready to be ass fucked.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Dove?”

“Yes.” She was breathless.

“Yes?”

“Yes, Master.”

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Now you can come when you’re ready.” I knew I was close myself because her ass was so tight. “Fuck, I’m close.”

Dove released her orgasm and slammed her ass against my cock. That sent me over the edge. I was done, gasping for a breath. Dove never disappointed in the bedroom. Hadn’t even argued when I said I was taking control of her ass. She was giving me everything I wanted. What I needed from her. She gave willingly. This was the one place where we remained connected. It was like her body was made for me. Like she was always supposed to be mine.

She was regaining her breath when I helped her turn on her back. She looked up to the ceiling. “Hurting?” I questioned.

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