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My teeth sink further into my lip when he glides his fingers from my ass cheek to the throbbing wetness between my legs.
The slap on my pussy comes so fast and without warning that I yelp and push farther into him.
“Shh, we haven’t even gotten started yet.” He slaps me again and thrusts three fingers inside me at the same time.
The friction from the pain creates a dizzying rhythm I can’t keep up with. A hurricane of emotions that starts where he’s touching me and spreads all over my skin.
His hold on my throat keeps me immobile so that he can do whatever he pleases.
I grab onto his bicep, not because I need balance, but more due to the inherent need to touch him. I’m as desperate for him as he is for me.
I want to be owned by him.
Onlyhim.
“Do you feel how much your cunt is swallowing my fingers, little purple? Hear that sucking sound it’s making to welcome me home?” His rhythm intensifies. “Because this is my home,youare my home, and I’ll make you admit I’m yours.”
A moan is the only answer I give. It’s kind of hard to speak when spurts of pleasure shoot inside me, building, heightening, and wrecking me.
“You’ll have no other home but me.” He curls his fingers and thrusts. “You won’t belong to anyone else but me, are we clear?”
My eyes droop and I let go, chasing the orgasm, the pleasure, that only his ruthlessness can bring.
“Are we fucking clear, Annika?” he repeats, his face a few inches away from mine and his fingers stopping their maddening rhythm.
I breathe harshly, but still have enough brain capacity to mutter, “This isn’t the way to go about becoming my home, Creighton.”
“Wrong answer.” His eyes darken to become a deep hue of blue, a shade so terrifying, I’m rooted in place.
He wrenches his fingers out of me, and I resist the disappointing sound that’s trying to claw its way out.
And then he pushes me back with his hold on my throat. My calves hit the edge of the couch, and I stumble backward, but before I can hit the cushion, he pulls me over and whirls me around.
I yelp as I fall to my knees and my achy breasts meet the cold surface of the leather. With Creighton’s hand on my nape, fixing me in place. I don’t see him, but I feel his presence magnifying, becoming absolutely frightening.
My body goes limp, and I’m not sure whether it’s because of my survival instinct or due to pure unhinged anticipation.
The butt plug jostles before he wrenches it free, forcing a sharp moan out of me.
And then I feel something hard against my wetness. His dick. He’s lubricating his cock with my arousal and I don’t know why I find that so hot. More juices pour out of me, coating him and my inner thighs.
Creighton drives two fingers inside my back hole, causing me to scoot across the couch. I’m so stretched that I can hardly breathe or think.
“You’ve always been so tight, so small and breakable. No matter how many toys and plugs I shove inside this hole, it’s barely stretching.” He accentuates his words with merciless pounds of his fingers in my back hole and the up and down of his cock against my folds, teasing my opening but scarcely sliding in before coming back out.
Up.
Down.
Thrust.
Down.
Up.
Up—
I think I’ll come from the torturous sensation alone. The shallow thrusts in my core overlap with the ruthless ones in my back hole until I’m lightheaded.
