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“I—I don’t beg.”
I flicked and circled her clit with my tongue. “Just like you aren’t submissive. Am I correct?”
“Shut up and make me come,” she ordered.
“Tsk, tsk, brat. For that, I’m going to make you wait.” I pushed two fingers inside her pussy, pumping in and out as my mouth worried her sensitive nub.
“Please, Damon. Don’t do that to me. I need to come. I’m desperate.”
“That’s how I like you. Panting, aching, unable to think of anything but me.”
I gorged on her. I held her right on that precipice of release, her inner walls quivering and flexing but unable to reach that point needed to contract completely.
Her hips pushed off the bed, and a sheen of sweat covered her skin.
“Oh, God. Let me have some relief. I haven’t come in so long.”
“How long?” I asked. “A day, a week? Do your toys not give you what I can?”
“Why does it matter? I’m desperate. Damon, please.” She grabbed a pillow and covered her face as if to stifle the symphony of her pleasure.
I had to hear more. I cupped Sophia’s ass, pulling her entirely against my mouth, and lost myself in her taste. My tongue licked, flicked, and devoured her dripping pussy while my hand worked her core, pistoning a steady rhythm.
When I knew she was mindless with the need for release, I asked, “What did you use the last time you came, Sophia? Your hand, a toy? Tell me.”
She writhed and arched, tossing the pillow to the side and shooting me a murderous glare. “Your cock.”
“My cock?” My lips curved. “I guess I did ruin you for anything but me.”
“You conceited asshole.”
Instead of responding to her insult, I bit down on her clit and, at the same time, stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside her pussy. Her orgasm erupted, her muscles clamped down on my fingers, and her arousal flooded my mouth.
She rocked against me, and she pressed her lips together in a desperate attempt to keep her cries from escaping. She began to lose the battle as her release continued to ride through her.
I slid up her body and covered her mouth, taking in her moans of pleasure. Watching her fall apart was an experience I’d never grow tired of seeing.
When her body relaxed and her breath eased back to a manageable level, she said, “What have you done to me that I only want you?”
“I’m your Dom, Sophia. You might as well accept it. Your orgasms belong to me. Your submission belongs to me. You’ll only ever desire my eyes anywhere on you, my touch on your skin, and my taste on your lips.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“This is only kin—” I covered her lips with my palm, cutting her words off.
“This is more, and you know it. One day, you’ll forgive me.”
She pulled my hand away. “I’ve already forgiven you.”
“But,” I added, knowing it would come.
“I’m not sure I can trust you to give me all of you. I shouldn’t have to stumble across your past. You have to be open with me.”
“What can I do to get you to trust me?”
“You can start by telling me the whole story about your family. And…” she hummed. “Also, add in another orgasm or two.”
