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He starts to move again and slowly sensitivity recedes, anticipation and pleasure taking its place.
“I can’t wait to put you on your hands and knees, drill this tight, young pussy from behind.” As if the words were too much for him, he groans deep and moves faster.
Faster. Harder.
Until I’m screaming again, my hands locked on his body as he fucks me across the polished floor.
Until sweat slicks our bodies and I don’t know where my softness ends and his hardness begins.
All I know is pure bliss as another climax overwhelms me.
“Open your eyes,” he grunts harshly. “Watch Daddy empty his balls into that glorious hole. Need it, angel. Need your eyes on me.”
I open my eyes, watch his rigid feature tighten even further as he roars his climax, his movements unfettered as he bottoms out inside me, fills me with the sticky outpouring of his seed.
Caught in the grip of release, Jared looks like a wild and breathtaking painting. Priceless. Utterly riveting.
My heart trips over again, this time with how much I want this moment to last forever. I want to make him feel like this every day for the rest of my life.
And when he collapses on top of me and buries his head in my throat, I wonder if this is what Stockholm syndrome feels like.
And if so, maybe it’s not as bad as the textbooks make it out to be.
7
Skye
The day after I lose my virginity to Jared Prince, I’m summoned to Penthouse Five to find my ballet instructor waiting in Jared’s office.
I stare at the tiny old lady who once used to be a prima ballerina and now rules my dance school with an iron fist.
“Mrs. Olsteen? I…what are you doing here?” I blurt out.
Jared answers. “Mrs. Olsteen has agreed to continue your training from here. She’ll be here from noon till three Monday to Friday to instruct you exclusively, starting tomorrow.”
My jaw gapes, my gaze swinging from Mrs. Olsteen to Jared and back again. “But…what about your other students?”
She waves me away. “I’ll place them with other tutors until you can return to the studio. You’re my best student anyway. It’d be a shame to let you miss too much training.” She pauses and eyes me curiously. “Mr. Prince tells me a family matter is keeping you away?”
My gaze flicks to Jared but his expression is noncommittal. “Umm…yes. I don’t know how long I’ll be away.”
“It’s nothing serious, I hope?” she asks, nosiness getting the better of her.
“Nothing that won’t resolve itself eventually,” Jared says cryptically.
Mrs. Olsteen’s gaze darts between us. When she realizes nothing more will be forthcoming, she gives a crisp nod. “We’ll take it week by week then.”
Jared presses a button on his desk. “Good. My assistant will see you out.”
With that crisp dismissal, the old woman leaves.
I stare at Jared. “I…I can’t believe you hired Mrs. Olsteen for me. And that she agreed. Some of the dancers in my class tried to get private tutoring from her and she always refused.”
“Power and money are great persuaders,” he says wryly.
I curb a wince at the not-so-subtle dig at my father’s sins, but still shake my head. “I don’t know what to say.”
“If you want to thank me, you can get that delicious ass over here.”
