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When the orgasm faded, Taylor’s hand fell from my head, no longer pulling at my hair. She nearly fell back on the bed; she had to use both arms to prop herself up and keep her top half upright. I withdrew my finger from her pussy, letting her catch her breath—if only for a moment.
As I was slow to pull my face away from her apex, licking my lips, I lifted my gaze, studying her. Taylor’s cheeks were flushed, a small line of sweat dotting her hairline. Her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths; even now, she couldn’t catch her breath to save her life, and I liked the fact that I was the one who’d brought her to the brink.
Twice, and quite easily, too. How many more times would she come for me today? Tonight? Tomorrow? However long it took… however long I decided to keep Hailee here, a personal prisoner.
I, myself, was burning up in my suit. I supposed I could take a few things off… but I wouldn’t get naked. No, this wasn’t about giving Hailee a show where I was concerned; I didn’t want that girl to be watchingme. I wanted her to watchTayloras I fucked her, to wish that she was in her place, to know that she would never feel me inside of her ever again.
Was it cruel? Was this whole thing a little insane? Maybe. I supposed most normal people might think it was overboard and perhaps even illegal to keep someone here against their will and make them watch something like this, but I wasn’t a normal person. I was a contract killer, so my moral compass was a little off every now and then.
I got to my feet, standing before Taylor. I reached up to unbutton my suit jacket, taking it off at a measuredly unhurried pace. I let it fall to the floor, unworried about wrinkles. The next thing I did was take off my tie and my shoes. My belt came off next. Everything else I think I’d leave on.
“Come here,” I told Taylor, offering her a hand, and I watched her get off the bed with no hesitation, placing her tiny hand in mine. I pulled her closer to me, spinning her so that I got her back. That delicious dip in the dress on her back… let’s just say it was a dress I’d want to see her in again.
I ran a finger down her spine, eliciting a sharp inhale of her lungs. She was still pretty unsteady on her feet after two powerful orgasms, but I kept her upright. My hand went for the side of the dress, where the zipper sat, tucked away unseen.
Within seconds, the dress loosened around her body. It loosened enough that her tits spilled out without the need for me to yank the dress all the way down.
But of course, the dress came off after that, and since I’d already taken off her panties and the dress allowed no bra to be worn, Taylor was utterly naked, her back to me and her front angled toward Hailee.
Hailee scoffed, but I could tell there was less heart behind the sound, less attitude. Now she was starting to realize the fact that this wasn’t a joke, that she would not be set free until she learned her lesson.
And if, say, she continued to hound me or Taylor after this… let’s just say I wouldn’t give her another chance like this. Being in the Guild, there were certain perks you couldn’t get anywhere else. Every now and then, if you needed to get rid of a body, the Lioness allowed it.
Hailee had better learn her lesson here, or else.
I curled an arm around Taylor’s body, snaking it between her breasts and bringing it up to her neck. I didn’t squeeze her neck, didn’t tighten my grip around it—that was something I’d never do, not after her fucking dad had choked her out—but I held onto her with a firmness that told her she belonged to me. It should be clear to Hailee, too.
I lowered my top half, bringing my mouth to her shoulder, kissing it gently. My other hand rested on her left hip, fingers digging into the skin. I’d be lying if I said my cock wasn’t ready to push inside that sweet cunt. I wanted to fuck Taylor like I’d never fucked her before—and then I wanted to do it over and over again until my balls ran dry.
I spoke quietly, “Are you ready for me, Taylor?” I didn’t need to ask; I knew she was. After two orgasms, she was practically dripping wet between the thighs, her pussy ready to milk my cock for all it was worth.
Taylor nodded once, apparently unable to speak, but it was enough of an answer for me. I dropped the hand from her neck, pushing her toward the bed once more. She started to climb on top of it, but I stopped her and pulled her back. With her legs on the edge of the bed, knees spread apart, I made her top half bend over. She used her arms to prop herself on the bed, her backside a foot away from my cock.Bent over and ready to take me in.
I ran a hand down her back, curving it along her ass. I squeezed her left cheek, not too hard, but hard enough to leave a mark. Having her on what was basically all fours on the edge of the bed put her at a good height for me. I could stand with my feet flat on the floor and fuck her hard and wild.
So that’s what I did.
I unbuttoned my pants, pulled down the zipper, and got myself out. I ran a hand along my length, my hard, veiny cock ready to feel that tight warmth wrapped around it. Taking a step forward, I guided the tip of my cock to the entrance of her core, and then I pushed my hips against her, driving my cock inside her bit by bit until she’d taken every inch of me that she could.
When I was fully in her, I groaned and shut my eyes, reveling in the heat of her pussy, its tightness, the way it felt so fucking perfect around my length. Her body had been made for mine, of that there could be no question.
The world faded away. The third person in the room ceased to exist. In that moment, all there was was Taylor and me.
I got to work.
I started out slow, drawing my hips back at an agonizingly slow pace before pumping back inside her. Her body would take everything I gave it, and in the end, I didn’t doubt it would want more. Taylor always did. We were both ravenous when it came to the other, all of our restraint lost to the past.
With both hands on her sides, I fucked her like I was an expert on the subject, like I’d been born to do this, to be with her. My whole body swayed with the slow fucking, my skin hot. Suddenly I wished I wasn’t wearing so many clothes, but I refused to take them off. Not with Hailee here.
I might’ve been moving my hips slowly, but that didn’t mean Taylor was quiet. Every so often she let out a sound of pure pleasure, her fingers tensing up on the sheet under her. She arched her back, moving her body in a way that let her take more of me inside her. She was my little minx right now, and I knew she’d be down for whatever I wanted.
Let’s just say I had an idea. We hadn’t worked our way up to it yet, but it would teach Hailee a lesson, and Taylor would enjoy it, too.
When I opened my eyes, I took hold of her hair in my hand, tugging her head back to expose her neck. Taylor’s eyes were half-lidded slits, her cheeks pink with color. Her mouth was parted, short breaths coming from her every time I filled her up.
“Let’s show Hailee just how easily you come for me,” I murmured. “Let’s show her how much of a good girl you are.” With my honeyed words, Taylor shuddered, and at the same time, her core tightened around my cock.
Taylor couldn’t speak. All she could do was pant while I fucked her, but I knew she was listening; I knew she’d be a good girl for me, like she always was.
