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I’m happy to oblige.
“Dirty little slut,” I hiss into the bruised, pink flesh of her tits, now marred with marks from my teeth. My hand tightens around her throat, squeezing.
Her pussy does the same thing to my cock.
I squeeze harder, and so does she, her face suffusing dark pink as she moans and drools into the lacy gag in her mouth.
That’s when I lose control entirely. I ram into her ruthlessly, fucking her like a goddamn piston as her screams and moans of pleasure choke from her clenched throat. Her hips rise to meet mine, her body writhing as we both crash toward release.
When it happens, it’s like a neutron bomb going off.
Dahlia positivelyexplodesfor me, her body jerking and jolting in a way I’ve never seen, so wild it almost worries me. When I feel her start to come around my cock, arching her back off the couch, I bury my face in her neck and bite down as I bury my cock in her to the hilt and explode into her.
It feels like I haven’t come in a fucking month. A year. A decade. Even though I literally just did, with her, this morning. But when I erupt, it’s like an endless stream. It’s like I just keep orgasming over and over along with her, emptying my balls as what feels like gallons of my cum spills into her needy pussy.
I can’t see straight. My eyes are ringing. My body is shaking everywhere as I slowly come back to reality. Dahlia looks like she just had electro-shock therapy—her eyes wide but unseeing, her face flushed, her whole body trembling with aftershocks.
Gently, I pull the panties from her mouth. Our eyes lock.
Something changes.
And then, we do something we haven’t done before. Something that we skipped over when we went straight to the deviant, depraved games we play.
It happens without thought, without warning; without planning or agenda. But there’s no stopping it. I lean down, and when my mouth crushes down on hers, everything goes white.
For the first time in my entire life, that background noise snarling in the recesses of my head goes abso-fucking-lutelysilent.
And I fuckingloveit.
So I keep on kissing her.
And I don’t stop.
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DAHLIA
You don’t haveto spend more than five minutes with Deimos to realize that when he “decrees” something, when he “makes a proclamation”, it justis. It happens, almost with the snap of his fingers. On the one hand, this borderline toxic arrogance is almost eye-rolling.
Or at least, it should be. But therein lies another problematic reaction I have to this man: itdoesn’tmake me roll my eyes when he decrees things—things like what I’ll be eating for dinner. What I’ll be wearing to the office that’s still literally just him and me.
I mean, it should. It really, really should. But it’s not even that I tolerate his bossiness and his ultra-possessiveness and his various demands.
Hand on heart, I kind oflikethem.
It’s as confusing to me and as much of a paradox as the dark kinks of mine that I explore with him. At times, yes, it makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong, or “giving in”, or playing into some sort of patriarchal system meant to cage and bind. But mostly, it just makes me feel safe and warm and secure.
Perhaps it’s because it’s been me and my mom against the world for my whole life. And it feelsgoodto be taken care of, almost like an infant, as silly as that sounds.
One of the changes Deimos has decreed since the night IswearI was chased through Central Park is my living situation.
I live here now, at his loft. There was no discussion, it was just proclaimed by the dark lord himself that very night. I initially put up a stink about it, but honestly, I only did that to appease the part of myself that insists on rebelling against someone taking charge. Secretly, I was more than okay with effectively moving into his place.
Prince of Darkness he may be, I feel safe here with Deimos.
He’s never questioned me further about what happened that night. At least not since that initial moment when I woke up on his couch. I never did say what it was that sent me into that dark spiral when he touched my neck and said “good girl”. I didn’t have to.
It’s almost like he knew without the words being spoken out loud. Which is…curious.
