Page 487 of Once Upon a Fable

I did as he asked, my entire body on fire. I felt as if someone had replaced my blood with dynamite, sending mini explosions all through my veins.

His body crushed me from behind as he ran his cock down my ass crack. “You think you know what’s going on inside my head?”

I moaned as he dipped his crown to my pussy, teasing me with his hardness.

“Answer me, Gem.”

I gripped the couch as his legs spread behind me for balance, hinting that when he took me, it wasn’t going to be gentle.

Trying to get my breathing under control and failing, I moaned, “I think you’re unaware of what you are.”

“And what am I?” He pressed the tip of his cock inside me, hovering with heat.

There were so many things I could say. More constructive things that would help him heal and grow but, in that moment, with him pressing me into the couch, poised on the edge of fucking me, my mind filled with salacious things.

I said something I probably shouldn’t to a recovering slave with ownership issues. “You’re mine.”

He drove his cock inside me, thrusting so hard my feet came off the floor, and I doubled over the couch arm with a grunt.

“Am I? Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Who said I’m yours?”

“You did.”

“And what do I get in return?”

“Me. You get me.” I bit the cushion beneath me as his thrusts turned dangerously deep.

“And you think just because you’ve given me yourself thatthisbelongs to you?” He circled his hips, ensuring I felt his cock all the wayinside me.

“God, yes.”

He raked his fingers down my back, grabbing handfuls of my ass. “You’re rather possessive, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

“So...” He stabbed into me, almost punishingly. “Let me get this straight. I belong to you, and you belong to me.”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“And you won’t share me? Won’t rent me out to those who find me hot in this penguin suit?”

“Not a chance.”

“You won’t let anyone else touch me? Not a single kiss. Not a passing stroke.”

“Never.” Hot jealousy flamed in my heart at the very thought.

“So you’re my new master, huh? The one who owns me, body and soul?”

“We traded.”

“Traded what?” His hips rolled.

“I gave you my body and soul, and in return, I’ve taken yours.”