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“Normally, it’s not done until after he wins the auction, but they were so sure he would win me, and The Sheriff wanted to punish me.” Tears are streaming down her cheeks now, and my heart is racing out of my chest.
“You can’t have kids?” I ask, the words tasting like ash on my tongue, though I try to keep my emotions out of my tone.
Finally, Teigan raises her eyes to meet mine, and I hate that she looks ashamed. She has nothing to feel shame about. “I’m sorry. I should have told you before. Especially when you said you wanted the life we dreamt about, with a wife and kids. I can’t ever give you that, and so I understand if that changes things between us.”
I feel like I’m being stabbed in the chest, but not for the reasons she thinks. “Angel, listen to me very carefully. I’m so fucking angry that those assholes took this away from you, and I will make them pay for it. But it doesn’t change anything between us. There’s no way I would give up a future with you because of this. We’re more than capable of having a long, happy life together without kids.”
Her eyes widened, glistening with the tears that have yet to fall. “You still want me? Even knowing this?”
“I’ve always wanted you, Teigan. Nothing will ever change that. You’re my girl, and you’re all I need,” I state firmly, before capturing her lips with mine.
“I never stopped wanting you, either,” she whispers into my mouth, and I feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest.
After a few minutes of me holding her, pressing little kisses across her temple and cheeks, letting her catch her breath and getting control of her tears, she finally looks up at me. The broken girl who just bared her soul to me is all patched up, and the woman sitting in front of me has her back straight and her chin raised, full of confidence.
“Where do we go from here?” she asks.
I shrug my shoulders, but give her a smile. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to go ahead with the performance, so we can help set free all the people who are still stuck in hell. But before then, I want to claw back the last few pieces of myself that I lost. I want to experiment with you, the way we used to. I want to have dirty, kinky, degrading sex with my man,” she says, and fuck if my cock isn’t hard in an instant.
I let out a groan. “I still don’t like the idea of doing the performance, but I’m willing to discuss it. If the plan can be executed whilst we’re doing foreplay, before I have to fuck you in front of others, then that I can agree to. I will have a few more rules, obviously,” I say with a wink, and she chuckles. “But if you agree to those rules, then I’m in.”
She nods her head quickly, the grin on her face growing with each nod. “And the other sex stuff?” she mumbles, chewing on her bottom lip.
I can’t believe she actually thinks I’m going to turn down an offer of dirty, kinky, degrading sex with the woman I’m falling for all over again. My cock would never forgive me.
“If you promise to use your safe word or safe sign, if you need it. And you agree to be honest with me about what you do and don’t enjoy at all times, then, of course, I’m in.”
“I’m going to have so much fun practising with you,” she says with a laugh.
Before she’s finished laughing, I switch into the role I love playing so much. I keep my expression neutral, my gaze stern as I grab hold of her hair tight, pulling just hard enough to make her scalp sting as she yelps.
She looks up at me with wide, innocent eyes, and my cock twitches. When I speak, my voice is deep and dangerous, and I love the way it makes her tremble.
“Not as much fun as I’m going to have, Angel. Now, get your clothes off and get on your knees. Open your mouth and show me what a good little whore you are.”
“Now, get your clothes off and get on your knees. Open your mouth and show me what a good little whore you are.”
As soon as those words leave Evan’s lips, my heart beats out of my chest as my core clenches with excitement. I don’t hesitate to do as I’m told.
I undress quicker than I ever have before and kneel on the floor next to the bed. Remembering how he used to like me, I wrap my arms behind my back, pressing my chest out as I arch my back, and spread my knees just a little, to give him a bit of a view.
My body is perfectly on display for him, and I want nothing more than to look up and see how affected by me he is, but I know the rules. Or, at least, I used to know the rules before. Back when we used to play like this, I had to wait with my head bowedjust a little, my eyes downcast, like a true submissive, waiting for any attention he’s willing to give me.
So I do what I know, keeping my eyes lowered, and just listen. I wait for any kind of noise to indicate he’s moving off the bed, or coming towards me, but I hear nothing. Not even a ruffle of clothing to show he’s getting undressed too.
My breathing speeds up as I try to pick up on anything, but the silence is deafening. My arms are crossed behind my back, and my hands that are resting on my elbows start to sweat.
The longer I sit in this awkward position, the more my muscles ache. But it’s the anticipation that’s killing me. I’m desperate to hear any sign of Evan, as right now, I’m worrying he left the room and I didn’t notice.
I keep my mouth open as much as I can with my head slightly bowed, like he told me too, but it doesn’t take long for my jaw to begin aching. The anticipation, and my rapid breathing, means my mouth is drying out quicker than I’d like it to, which I suppose is better than me turning into a drooling mess. I lick my lips, to keep them from drying out, all whilst hoping I don’t get in trouble for it.
My body hums with excitement, and the tingle in my nerve endings helps push away the burning ache that’s threatening to overwhelm me from the length of time in this position. I swear, when I finally hear the telltale squeak of the bed moving, my heart almost beats right out of my chest.
He moves so slowly, and all I can hear is the soft pad of his feet against the carpet as he makes his way over to me. When he’s standing in front of me, and I can just make out his feet and the bottom of his sweatpants, I almost let out a sigh of relief.
“Look how fucking gorgeous you are on display for me like this,” he growls, his voice so deep and sexy, it hits me straight in my core, and I can feel my pussy getting wetter.
