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"Jesus, you're a sight." My voice roughened, and I swallowed back hard.
Fuck it, I never lost control with a woman, but Sylvie was different. I’d happily trade every easy cheerleader in the Kingsman house to be her one and only.
"Please," she begged.
My cock thickened painfully in my boxers. I sucked in a much needed breath, praying for sanity. Or maybe insanity.
"I'm ready."
"You're not," I said sharply. Fucking Sylvie meant getting close. Way too fucking close. Because being with her was...intimate in a way I’d never felt with anyone else ever. "If I fuck you the way I want right now, I'll rip this glorious little pussy apart. I don't break my toys. You do want to be my little Toy, don't you?" My need for her was fast developing into an obsession with no limits.
For Christ’s sake, Sylvie, don't agree to anything I offer. Not if you want your life to remain the same.
I closed my eyes in an effort to gather my control but her hot body pulsed around me and the remaining tether to my sanity frayed. I flicked my fingers up, if just to feel her pulse around me. But she needed to tell me she wanted everything I offered, because I wouldn't do anything without her consent.
Even if she doesn't know what she's asking for.
"Yes, Beau. Please," she panted.
Our own fate was sealed in a few short words and left me arching over her.
Her body softened as I eased up my rough touch, reaching out to clasp her breast in my hand, tweaking her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. The weight of her flesh was glorious in my palm.
"Toys behave," I said softly, tugging a little on her nipple, bypassing pleasurable and going straight for the edge of pain, knowing it had to be uncomfortable.
She arched into my hand, and I swore under my breath, slamming my other hand into her weeping pussy with renewed fervor. "My Toy is precious. I like to play with mine regularly, and I never break them."
"What if I want to be your only toy?" A flash of defiance colored her eyes.
The balls on this girl. Begging me for exclusivity when I had a reputation to maintain. That I would break, but only for her. I might have already agreed but this was crucial to her. "That's a two way door, Sylvie. Is my little Toy a college whore, or just a slut for me?"
She trembled in between my arms as I stilled all movements, shaking her head.
"Use your words, Toy,” I admonished her mockingly.
I promised her filthy, and my particular brand of cruelty thrived on seeing a beautiful girl flushed with humiliation while she struggled to obey my commands. Twice as much if I was already in love with her.
"I want to be your toy. A slut, but just for you, Beau."
My cock ached to bury myself in her sweet folds, but neither of us was ready for that just yet. If I entered her now, I’d come within seconds, and that wasn’t on the cards. I wanted to train her to be addicted to my cock, to the pleasure I could give her, not fast sex or a quick orgasm. I needed to savor her.
I swallowed hard. "Good girl," I praised her. "Now be a good Toy, and come for me." I flipped my thumb across her clit twice, slamming my hand all the way to my knuckles inside her.
She arched off the bed as the orgasm hit her. Her slicked, searing walls pulsed around my fingers, strangling them like she would my cock, and a satisfied moan fell from her lips. I stared at her, drinking in the sight of my girl losing control on my fingers alone. I’d never seen anything so beautiful and I knew, despite all my efforts to stay away, to plot and plan, I was totally and utterly fucked.
She screamed softly and lay back on my pillow, panting. Sweat glistened across her chest, trailing over the soft lines of her belly. My fingers remained inside her, stroking gently right up until the last after-shocks faded, and she stopped shattering around me. Minutes, hours– I didn't know, and I didn't care. All I wanted was to watch her come on my hand again. I memorized every sound she made, the way she around my fingers. Slowly, I removed fingers, rubbing her come into the soft skin of her inner thigh, marking her.
"You don't rub this off. Any fluids–yours, or mine–they stay on you until I give you permission to get clean. Is that clear, Toy?"
She nodded, reaching down to catch my hand and raised it to her lips, licking away the residue between my fingers, keeping her eyes locked on me at all times.
Jesus fucking Christ. If she was any more perfect, I’d throw white gown on her right now, my father's wishes be damned.
A deep seated groan built in my throat of unsated need and possession. Restless, I pulled my fingers free of her sucking lips and tongue, needing to fill her mouth with something else. She didn’t fight me when I caught the back of her neck, pulling her towards me.
It was like she weighed nothing at all as I lifted her onto my lap, pulling her close until our lips were almost touching. She sank against me, boneless and worn out, but we were so far from done. I needed to push her for this next part.
“If you're going to be my Toy, you need to know my rules.” I knew the words were barely making it through her mind but I leaned down and brushed my mouth over her temple gently.
