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Not a single word escapes her beautiful lips and I know that the damned woman is just as stubborn as I am. I remove my hand and she instantly goes back to her previous stance.
“Have it your way, then. You’ll be scrubbing the toilet every night before dinner until I deem it clean enough. And you won’t be needing any clothes until I decide to give you back your right to wear them. I think that should teach you to behave properly. Now you can crawl back into our bed, you’ll sleep as you are tonight. I want my little cum slut’s little holes firmly plugged until I use them again.” I smile at her and slap her pretty cheek softly. “And one last thing; don’t even think of wiping your face clean. I want what happened tonight to soak in. Now, what do you say?”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Her words come out hushed, and a second later I watch her as she plops on our bed, her mind processing my every word. Pulling the sheets to cover herself up, she rests her head on the pillows and promptly falls asleep.
If she’s lucky, maybe, just maybe, I won’t fuck her in her sleep tonight.
***
That last thought only lasted so long. When I join her a while later, she stirs, but her eyes remain closed and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her body close to mine. A soft, almost imperceptible moan escapes her when I reach up and stroke her cheek, the evidence of her brattiness and my depravity painted right there, on her feathery soft skin, and the outline of her luscious, sinful lips. Sighing deeply, Ι pull her closer leaning forward and planting a kiss on those luscious lips that have given me great pleasure many a time. I’ve already fucked her once in her sleep the other day and I thought that I wouldn’t do it again.
But, having her so close, sleeping soundly within my arms completely naked, and having both her holes filled with my toys?
Yeah. My mind plays tricks on me.
Fuck her, it says.
What are you waiting for?
She’s mine now, isn’t she? My beautiful sub to do with as I please.
My dick is hard as steel as I reach down and fist myself, and I know I’m too damn weak to resist her allure. Reaching down, I pull both plugs out, careful not to wake her. With her back to me, it’s easier to part her thighs and push just the tip inside her pussy. A deep sigh escapes me and I know I want more.
I grab her hips, pull her even closer and slide inside her in one fluid thrust, filling her. She stirs, but only slightly. She’s still asleep.
I keep myself right there, buried deep inside her warmth for the longest time, my thoughts racing to the day we met, the way she toyed with me right before she succumbed to my not-so-subtle advances.
The day she agreed to let both me and my son fuck her.
Use her.
She’s turned my world upside down and I can’t help myself when she’s around me.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, letting myself enjoy this delicious, stolen moment with her. A couple more lazy pumps and thoughts of having her belly swell with my child sneak up on me as I burst inside her womb in silence.
Wouldn’t that be fucking nice?
Chapter 32
Jacob
The following morning I find her sitting on the patio, stark naked, shaking her head rhythmically to the sound of a Jennifer Rush song. She’s so focused on painting her fingernails a cute shade of pink that she seems startled when I walk into her line of vision.
“Jesus, Jacob! I didn’t even hear you coming!” She reaches for her phone, turning down the volume.
I look at her closely, admiring her zest for life and her desire to look pretty for me.
“You looked so entranced, baby girl. I’m glad you got your phone fixed.”
She looks me up and down and smiles. “Thanks. It’s actually a new one I bought yesterday. Have you eaten, want me to fix you breakfast?”
She seems to be in a much better mood than last night and her eagerness to please me is what I love most about her. “I’m good, sweetheart. I just wanted to see where you were, that’s all. I didn’t like it when I didn’t find you beside me when I woke.”
The morning sun filters through the ever-moving clouds and I move closer, leaving my cane on the wrought iron table and sitting next to her. She’s still absorbed in her task, looking up only once to meet my eyes.
“I woke up early today. I had a ton of catching up to do now that I got the privilege of having a working phone. I sent the article to my publisher just a few minutes ago and also submitted my resignation.”
“You have?” Reaching out, I take her busy hand in mine and she squeals in complaint.
