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Vesper fisted my hair, jerking my head back as she fucked me harder. My breaths come in broken pants, and I was unable to form coherent sentences as she used me to her desire. Pleasure soared through me as an orgasm ripped through my body and Vesper’s thrusts slowed. Her teeth sunk into my shoulder as my back arched against her.

I collapsed against her, seated on her and the toy as I tried to catch my breath. “You’re perfect, mariposa.” Vesper kissed my shoulder where her teeth sank into my skin. “So perfect and mine.”

“Yours,” I breathed. “Holy fuck. You deprived me of that for years?” I laughed, tangling my fingers into her hair. “Maybe I should let you grovel some more and it involves fucking me like that every night.”

She kissed my cheek. “I’ll have you every way you want, mariposa. No one will stop me from ever pleasing you or having you again. I’m sorry for waiting so long.”

I leaned slightly, looking at her before pressing my lips to hers. The kiss was soft and quick. “We have forever to go. Now I need to shower and then call Hades and tell her how you rearranged my insides.”

“Let’s go, mariposa.”

Eighty-Nine

Hades

Rory sent me a story of her night with Vesper, and a quiet ache bloomed in my chest. Not only because Vesper had my girl, but also because of what Vesper was into. Now I wasn’t one who enjoyed the Daddy kink, but Vesper seemed like my type of woman with her various interests in certain kinks. I had a feeling we would be able to drive Rory mad if we had her together.

It was a slow day at the clinic, so I decided to FaceTime Rory, and she answered immediately. “Hi baby,” she beamed.

“Hi, gorgeous. What are you doing?”

“I’m at my shop. Ariel will be coming in tomorrow for a long tattoo, so I am doing little ones today.”

I arched my brow. “Did you answer the phone with a client?”

“No. I’m eating right now. My next appointment is in fifteen minutes.”

I grinned. I had a surprise for her, but I didn’t know how she would enjoy being teased before she had to tattoo. Propping my phone up, I removed my jacket. My office door was locked, and I had a monitor for the front door if I had any walk-ins. I looked at Rory as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and laughed as I saw her squirm. My girl didn’t enjoy being teased, even if it was a virtual strip tease.

I unbuttoned my terracotta slacks, pulling them down my hips until they pooled on the ground. Rory was practically drooling, watching me strip for her. I turned so she could see my ass, but what I wanted her to see most was my thong. It was a custom order where the band of the panty had Rory's name on them, and in pink. Glancing over my shoulder, I laughed.

“Hades, Jesus good goddamn, baby.”

“I’d thought you’d like them. I have three pairs. One in pink, black, and red.”

“Oh, I am in loveeee,” she sang. “Now I feel like I have to tattoo your name on my tits or something.”

“Or you could just do a daisy and a sunflower. I think it will be enough. You already have my initial.”

She smiled, looking over her shoulder. “Bet. I gotta go, baby. I’ll talk to you tonight.”

“Bye.”

I got dressed like nothing happened. This was one reason I enjoyed having my own clinic with maybe two other people who worked here. It was a slow day, so I sent my nurse and secretary home. My clinic catered to the lower-income families in Crestview who didn’t have insurance or were too scared to go to the hospital. Sometimes it could get hectic and I would call in reinforcements, but normally we could handle it.

I stepped into the foyer of my clinic and checked my roster. I had no more appointments for the day. There were no last-minute call-ins, or by the looks of it, walk-ins so I might call it and close early. My number was on the front and my house wasn’t far from here if I needed to come in for an unexpected emergency.

As I stepped out, a car pulled up and Martha Price stumbled out of her car with her youngest daughter in her arms and tears streaming down her face. I dropped my bag and rushed to her side. “What happened?”

“She had an asthma attack and the inhaler wasn’t working!” she sobbed. “She passed out and I didn’t know what else to do. I would have called, but my phone was dead.”

“Breathe for me. Let’s get her inside.”

She walked with her daughter to the door and I unlocked it, grabbing my bag and taking her to an exam room. I did my normal exam on Morgan. It wasn’t my first time helping Martha or her children. Martha was a sweet woman, stuck in Crestview until she could leave. Her husband worked for Luke, but he’d accused him of stealing and shot him in the head. Martha did her best to avoid everyone; she was terrified Luke would take her children.

I gave Morgan a breathing treatment and Martha brushed her hair back. “How close are you to getting away from Crestview?”

“I have four thousand saved up,” she said, kissing Morgan’s forehead. “I just…it’s hard. Without Jason I feel like everything is falling apart.”