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“I’m fine with this arrangement,” she says softly.
Then she stands up and looks at me, and I see fear. There’s the thick coating of it from her not understanding what has just transpired. And there’s the moment when she realizes her panties got so wet that she soaked through to my trousers. Oh, I don’t mind, little girl. I don’t mind at all. I want to tear off those pants right now and impale her on the painfully erect cock tenting my pants.
It doesn’t change an ounce of my disgust for her scumbag father. Accepting this deal is not a wise move for me, but I couldn’t have it any other way.
I have to have her.
How has she cast this spell on me? I can see her eyes flickering to the stairs, to go hide in her room.
Dream of me, little girl. I know I’ll be fisting my cock when I’m alone and don’t have to worry about thinking about everything I shouldn’t do to you. Even if you want it. She has no idea what I have in mind.
I have to punish her father. Both her parents, really. They deserve to suffer. Unfortunately, Sarah is how I’m going to do that. She’s going to be my slave. A mind as innocent and fragile as hers won’t take much to break. I’m excited to have the opportunity, twisted and cruel as I am.
Sarah is a sweet girl. I’m going to savor that sweetness as I break her.
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Sarah
I gasp. No, no, this can’t be real.
Except I can tell it’s real. I don’t have to pinch myself because Damien’s hard cock jabbing my ass is doing that just fine. I can’t breathe. I’m caught up in the reality of what’s transpiring. A hot, sinful, dangerous man is pressing his very hard cock against my delicate ass cheeks.
And I want it. I want him. I’ve never been with a man, and now the idea of being with Damien is all I can think about. His body feels so incredible against mine; I can’t summon any sane thoughts. Can’t think about anything good or proper. I can’t bring myself to think about how insane this is. What would I even do with a monster like that? A dark thought inside me whispers that Damien knows what to do with it. He’d know what to do with me. That’s so taboo. So wrong. Why can’t I stop thinking it?
I find something downright naughty within me because my thighs are sticky and at the juncture of my thighs, my pajama pants are so wet. Wet enough that I realize I’ve soaked through this thin fabric and onto Damien’s trousers. Oh God, he must feel it. Damien is a real man and he knows what that means. I’m screaming internally. My blood is rushing to my core, making me feel every breath he takes. I’m trembling against him.
They close this deal; make this arrangement, and all while I simply sit here. Damien’s appraisal of my assets, my worth as an asset to him, takes away my ability to say anything else. I just want to form cogent thoughts, but all I can think about is what I’ve been missing. What I don’t miss anymore.
I’m some kind of bargaining chip for whatever trouble my father is in, and all I can think about is the man who will broker the deal. Will I be his? I’m breathing steadier now, but more shallow. Still, I say nothing. I can’t believe this is happening. Could I be his? I can’t even begin to fathom what it would mean. Damien, though, oh he definitely knows. My skin is on fire. My heart is a drumbeat.
“So, it’s a deal, then?” my father says to Damien. I can’t look Father in the eye. He’s a weasel, sounds so weak. I should feel terrible for thinking that about my father if he hadn’t just treated me like a bargaining chip.
I mean, am I wrong here?
So instead I dwell more on the comparison that my mind can’t help but make. I’m in the presence of a foreboding, real man. I’ve never seen such a gorgeous man. One so full of danger. I’m touching him, and there’s a wildfire in my mind sparking through my body. My father disgusts me in this moment, but I’m having just as strong of a reaction and making just as strong a judgment about Damien.
The hot air in this room hangs heavy and for a few seconds, no one says anything.
Damien so slightly runs his fingers down the center of my spine. He leans forward just a little and says to my father, “Yes, I’ll accept your offer.” Then Damien lifts me, placing me down and standing to look at me, his eyes dropping to the spot on the thigh of his trousers where my wetness seeped onto his clothing. He knows what I’m thinking. How my body responds to his. Am I imagining this eye contact, the split-second recognition? I can’t be when I see that devilish grin. There’s sin bolting through his dark eyes and connecting directly with my core. My pussy throbs. My clit twitches.
