Page 91 of Breaking the Girl


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Bratty and depraved. She has no idea how mine she is.

“Good girl.” I scoop her into my arms, carrying her to one of the glass walls.

At this time of the day, the outside world is visible to us. Out front, expansive plains lie ahead, with some greenery for miles and miles.

“Marcus, no.” She glances around her, visibly uncomfortable by the exhibitionism.

She still passes me the wet butt plug.

“Dirty girl.” I spin her in my hold, flattening a palm on her back and arranging her so her fingers touch her toes. “You’re afraid we’ll have company and yet here you are. Letting me do this shit to you.”

Teasing her clenched butt hole doesn’t get her to relax. I grab one butt cheek, spitting on her little hole, massaging my saliva into her. I groan when she gives in, accepting my finger, then the butt plug. Precum leaks from my cock as I watch my name right there between her ass cheeks.

“My property.” My fingers stroke the perimeter of the end of the plug.

Leighton relinquishes control of her body, sagging in my hold. Her eyes rise to stare at the world around us, and she clenches on the butt plug again.

I don’t reassure her with words. My hand winds in her hair, pulling her up by the roots.

“You know what, someone might actually come around.” My lips slam into hers as I back Leighton up to the glass wall. With one hand, I unfasten my belt, lowering my zipper, then I pull Leighton’s hand behind her back. I shove it on my briefs, guiding her to stroke my length. “The mailman. Hazel, our housekeeper.”

They won’t. I’m a sadist for not telling Leighton. I do it anyway.

“No.” She stops stroking, her shaky voice feeding my depravity. “Let’s go to the bathroom, then. Or the couch. Under the blanket.”

“We’re doing no such thing.” I spin her back, hold her beneath her thighs, and pin her to the glass wall. “A few things you have to remember, little doll. A, I’m not sharing you.”

I drive my cock all the way inside her dripping pussy. Leighton screams and nods, clutching on to my shoulders. She’s even tighter now with the plug rammed inside her.

“That means I’m not putting you on display for others.” Her tits bounce as I fuck her into the wall. I bend, licking the bruised mounds one after the other. “Other thing is…”

Leighton’s fingers cling to my hair. Her blue orbs darken. Pleasure pummels into her with each thrust. She’s close. So fucking close, her pussy clenching on me like a vise.

“You’ll have to trust me.” I suck and mark her neck. “To do what’s best for you. Even when it feels like I’m hurting you. Like you hate me.”

Leighton’s whimper almost drives me over the edge.

“You’re so full, aren’t you, baby?” I thrust harder, saying the dirty shit that’s been swarming in my head for years. “The butt plug and my cock stretching your tight little holes.”

“Yes. Please.”

“You thrive on the pain. Deep down, you get off on the idea of being fucked in every one of your holes.”

“Yes.”

“I know.” Her juices soak my dick, my balls. “I’ll do that. I’ll abuse your mouth, your ass, your pussy. Torture you so sweetly that you don’t know where your crying ends and your moans begin.”

That decadent promise sends her screaming for me. She comes, her heels digging into my ass and her eyes do not leave mine as she spasms on my cock.

“That’s it.” I slam her over and over into the glass wall, rattling it. “Good fucking girl, taking my cock with the plug up your ass.”

I wait out her tremors, and when Leighton’s almost calmed down, I shoot my load inside her. Her walls squeeze my dick from her elongated orgasm, and she starts crying. Wave and wave of cathartic tears cascade down her cheeks.

Tears I’ve put there.

“My beautiful Leighton.” My tone is softer. The kisses I spread on her face and neck are gentle. “You did so well, plaything. You’re every last one of my dreams come true. Always have been.”

“Thank you.” She snivels. It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

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