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“Don’t call me a little bitch.”
I grit my teeth and nod. “Okay, beautiful girl.”
“Don’t call me that, either,” she whispers, crushing me with the sadness in her voice.
“I’ll call youKira Corazon Grant, and I will worship you the way I should have done our first time. I will breed you until you’re seeded with my baby, and I will watch you grow and I will support you and our child as best I can. You’ll want for nothing,” I say as calmly as I can before standing.
I run a sink full of hot water and find a used washcloth in the shower that won’t raise suspicion if it’s found wet.
This is what it has come to. Stealth-breeding to protect my girl from further harm.
The kid has to be mine. I’ll lose her, if it’s not. She’ll hurt herself. I can feel it — feel the strength of my father, breathing down her neck and forcing her will to break.
I gently clean his spent seed from her thighs and warn her, before I slide my fingers into her pussy and drag out what I can from inside her.
At first, she tenses and startles, but she forbids my retreat, determined in her mission. I take it slowly, talking to her in low tones, to soothe her. Mindful of every touch, I make my intrusion as palatable for her as possible, praising her bravery and mettle, while I show her body only reverence, respect, and love.
When her hips begin rocking with my intentional movements, I understand how strong she truly is. I promise only pleasure, and she allows me to lessen her pain.
For years, I’ve studied and quizzed my brothers on everything I should know about a woman’s body, how to make a woman orgasm, and how to treat her right. I took notes, practiced on diagrams in textbooks, studied anatomy in porn, and read all I could on the subject from female authors — who are of course, the fucking experts — and I’ve watched Kira pleasuring herself. I know her rhythms, and I know what she liked before, but not one of those lessons taught me how to please her when she’s begging to be bred after being abused by my father.
I’m figuring this shit out as I go, but I’ll be damned if I turn what’s meant to be beautiful between us into something from a nightmare she can’t escape. I want her to wake each day, knowing she’s loved and that there’s something better than what she’s been given. I want her to remember she loves herself and deserves the best.
She’s been so comfortable and practiced, pleasuring her own body, I can’t bare for him to take that from her, too. I don’t want sexual gratification ruined for her.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, watching her spine arch, as she lifts her ass higher for me. I dip my head and suckle at her clit, and she just about bucks her footstool over.
“You okay?” I ask, still stroking her inner walls with my fingers. She’s shining them with her fresh moisture now, and my cock is getting so hard, watching them push in and out of her.
She nods and sways her hips a little. “Do it again. Make me feel good, Quin. Make me forget where I am. Grant me my birthday wishes.”
“Your wishes are my command.” I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit, and then suck on it until she starts bucking at my fingers to take more.
I carefully slide a third inside her and let her adjust to the stretch.
She strains against her ties and moans when I follow her, giving her no quarter from the obviously enjoyable sensation. “Quin,” she pants.
“Mmm?” I hum into her clit, making her shudder and ripple around my fingers.
“You’re making me want to come,” she whispers, as if it’s a bad thing.
“That’s because happy babies are made with love, Kira. It’s the only thing my mom ever told me that I still want to believe. Feel my love, Kira. Feel it and fucking open yourself for more.”
Her pussy tightens around my fingers, and she bucks in her restraints, as I suck at her clit and stretch her little cunt.
She pants each breath, her body showing how indecisive she is about enjoying herself. “I shouldn’t feel good like this,” she whimpers, riding my hand one moment and pulling back the next. “Not after all he’s done. And still tied over a fucking footstool.”
“Why can’t you feel good, Kira? Because he said you couldn’t? Fuck him. Enjoy yourself, to spite him. It’s the ultimate revenge. He can’t take this away from you, baby. I won’t let him. What do you want it to feel like, when it’s you and me, making our baby? Because I want you to love every second when you milk my cock for my seed and make it grow.” I pull out my fingers and thrust my cock into her firmly when she responds to my words with a needy tilting of her hips.
“Mmm… That’s my girl. Listen to how fucking juicy you are, Kira. You’re ready to make a baby with me. Aren’t you?”
I rub my slick fingers over her clit, and she strains beneath me, panting harder as she clamps around my cock. “That’s it, baby. Just you and me and all our love.” She’s getting so fucking tight, but she’s holding herself back.
I ram my cock at the front wall of her cunt and grind her clit into my fingers, until she’s shaking with the effort of her resistance.
“You don’t have to show me you’re strong, baby. I already fucking know it. That’s why I’m yours. Nobody else will do. Only you.” I slide my fat cock in and out of her, targeting the spot where she flutters every time I thrust. “Show me you’re still mine, Kira. Let me feel it.”
She begins to shake, and her cunt grips me so tightly, I have to clench every muscle in my body to keep from coming before she tips. I pull back and drive into her again, rubbing at her clit until she shatters in a moaning, arching, cock-squeezing explosion that tears from her core. She soaks my hand, squirting all over the tiles beneath her, coming so hard, my seed is pulled forth without my control.
