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“Your ass was made for my dick, doll face,”
“Come for me again, Charlotte. I want you to show me how much of a whore you are for my cock.”
“That’s it, doll face. Give me one more.” I pick up my pace once more and enjoy her struggling underneath me. “You look so pretty, Charlotte. Like a used-up toy begging for more.”
“That’s my good girl.” I
“Fuck, you’re amazing. You did so good, Charlotte.”
“Miss me already, doll face?”
“I already did that, Charlotte. And although it was good, it wasn’t great.” Click.
“I want to be your dirty little whore, Haidyn.”
“I’m not hiding.” I slap his shoulder. “But this stays between us. And if I find out you told someone, I’ll nail your fucking dick to the wall.”
“Hello, doll face.”
I might have fucked women who didn’t belong to me before, but I won’t be sharing what’s mine. I’ve wanted Charlotte from the moment I saw her. The Lords have handed her to me on a silver platter, and I’m a man who likes to feast.
“You look really pretty wearing nothing but tape.”
She still looks fucking gorgeous. Like she spent all night on her knees being my good girl.
Lowering my face down to hers, I cup her cheeks with both of my hands, and she licks her plump lips before I press mine to them. She moans into my mouth, her hips rising off the chair, and I lower my hand to her chest, softly playing with her nipple. Teasing her, I love the way her body rocks back and forth in the chair, needing to be fucked.
“You’re really turning me on, doll face.” He chuckles. “Did you come over because you need to be tied down and fucked in the ass?”
“Don’t hurt yourself,”
“Oh, the only thing I’m going to hurt is you, doll face.”
“As much as I’d love to see you tied to the altar, I don’t find the thought of you being someone else’s whore appealing.”
“That’s my girl,” I say. “You’re dripping, doll face.”
“It’s okay, doll face,” I say, grabbing my cock with my free hand once again and guiding it into her. “I’m going to fuck your cunt, Annabelle. You’re my dirty little whore, and whores get used.”
“Fuck, doll face. Feel how wet you are for me?” I pull out and see the first sight of blood. “Aw, that’s a good girl—bleeding all
over my cock,”
“I want you to remember this.” I slam into her pussy, lean over and wrap my hand around her neck, forcing her head up with my left and take a picture of us with my right. Then I drop my phone to the floor and whisper in her ear, “How’s it feel to be my whore, doll face? To know that I’m the first one to fuck every hole you have?”
“Fuck me, beautiful. Show me that you like my cock inside you.”
I learned at a young age that you don’t need a steel cage to be a prisoner. Sometimes all you need is to be left alone in a room by yourself with nothing but your own thoughts. You can drive yourself crazy all on your own. Or at least I know I can.
“It’s not about jealousy, doll face. It’s about principle. You belong to me.”
“We both know that boy toy hasn’t touched you like I have.”
“If you let another man touch you, I’ll string him up and cut off his eyelids so he can’t miss you crawling naked on your hands and knees to me. I’ll fuck every hole you have, doll face, and let him see you whine and beg to be used like the whore I know you to be. Then after I’m done with you, I’ll cut his dick off as well and force it down his throat because he will no longer have any use for it.”
“Y-yes.”
“Whose little whore, are you?”
“Yours.”
“Good girl.”
I’ve claimed her as mine, meaning I must protect her. She’s mine to fuck, mine to ruin, and mine to use. I wasn’t lying when I told her exactly what I would do to another man who thinks he can have what belongs to me.
“Relax, doll face.”
“Eyes on me, doll face.”
“Breathe, Charlotte,” he orders. “This isn’t a punishment, doll face. It’s not going to hurt.”
“That’s my girl.”
“You’re okay, Charlotte. Just relax. It’s going to feel good. You’re going to be coming all over yourself for me like a good whore.”
“I told you, doll face. I’m going to do a lot of things to you.”
“You’re so wet, Charlotte. I knew you’d be this way.”
hate how right he is. “Begging to be used, needing to be fucked.”
“That’s it, Charlotte. Fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty when you’re coming.”
“I can’t help myself,” I tell her. “You’re so pretty when you look like a mindless toy.” Fresh tears fill her eyes and spill over the sides of her face.
She arches her back, her body continuing to fight my hold due to the forced orgasms. I move my lips to gently kiss her inner thigh. Her skin is so soft. “After you come on my face, doll face, I’ll fuck you. And then you can go to bed,” I tell her.
“That’s my girl.”
“Good girl, doll face. You’re doing so good.”
“That’s it, Charlotte. That’s the sound I want to hear come out of that perfect mouth of yours.”
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
“I’m going to sit here and watch the game while you hold my cock in your mouth.”
“Do as you’re told, doll face,”
