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There's no way to hide from him. I cave again, stating the truth. "I love everything you do to me, Sir."
A wicked grin appears on his lips. He licks the back of my ear and states, "It's time to practice some more things, pet."
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Riggs
Questions fill Blakely's eyes, mixing with all the confusion and desire I've seen in too many other subs I've broken.
My pet's no different from the others in that regard, yet nothing about her is the same. I'm aware of it and how I'm in dangerous territory. I want to give her too much, too soon. I have urges I normally don't get until I'm in full control. And the rules I follow, I'm struggling not to break.
She's not ready.
I'll make sure she handles it accordingly.
Don't do it.
I don't normally react to flushed cheeks, potent eyes, or naiveté. Usually, it's just part of the gig. Seeing those traits on Blakely tortures me. And it's too early in the process for me to be this revved up. Now, it's causing me to make decisions I shouldn't. The moment I put my hand back on her neck to hold her down, I know better.
I slide inside her, silently cursing myself, grunting loudly. Her hot, wet, tight little cunt is more than I bargained for, and I should have had more self-control. Yet I didn't. So I continue thrusting as deep as I can until I'm fully inside her.
"Riggs!" she cries out, gripping the edge of the counter, her back arching but not much, due to how I have her pinned down.
Every time she says my name, I want to forget about the Sir rule. Then she says it, and it's another thing throwing me off and screwing with my head.
Calling me Sir has to become second nature to her. I realized within a few minutes of our engagement that I enjoyed her calling me by my name. So I cursed myself over that too.
I grit my teeth and slide backward, then forward, then do it several times, reminding her, "Sir."
"Sir," she breathes, closing her eyes and taking shallow breaths. Her walls squeeze around me, and a quiver runs through her body.
I fist a handful of her hair while still pressing on the collar, warning, "If you come on me, I'm impregnating you. So don't you dare clamp your pussy on me."
Her eyes glisten with fear and need. More tremors roll through her, and she claims, "I-I can't stop it."
"You can," I insist, knowing this is too soon in her training to expect her to have mastered it. And the pregnancy issue is real. Her shot isn't effective for seven days. The last thing I want is a baby ruining my life.
This is beyond reckless on my part. I should stop now, but you can't get out once you get into bed with the devil. And I've officially challenged Satan.
Sweat coats our skin. I thrust harder, fully aware I'm doing it all wrong but too obsessed with how it feels to be inside her, finally taking her as mine.
Her lips tremble harder, and she begs, "Riggs! Please! I-I can't...oh...oh God!" Her eyes roll, and her walls begin spasming on my erection.
"Fuck!" I bark, slide out of her, and flip her over. I tug her to the floor, ordering, "Kneel."
She glances up at me, breathing hard.
I grab her armpits, helping her in position, and fist her hair, holding her mouth in front of my dripping-wet dick.
My chest heaves with adrenaline and chaos, matching the look in her eyes. I demand, "Swallow all of me." I nudge her head forward.
Her mouth inches around me, teasing me too slowly for the pent-up tension I've been fighting.
"Look at me," I demand, then take control, moving her head at the pace I need. She gags a few times, then gains control. I pick up the speed until I'm grunting and spewing my seed down her throat.
My little pet handles me the best she knows how, a few tears escaping down her cheek, swallowing multiple times the contents of my orgasm that seems to go on and on.
It's another thing we'll work on. Before I take her out to show her off, she'll learn to drink me without any spillage and swallow me whole.
