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Electricity courses through my body as wetness seeps out of me. The brocade chafes my skin, and the dress feels heavy. The corset restricts my lungs from taking a full breath.

He coils his hand around my neck again, and my pulse beats into a turbulent rhythm. He steps back, taking me with him, my pussy stuffed with his fingers, and I’m helpless to fight back.

The slick sounds of him finger fucking me echo in the room, joined by our lewd moans and guttural grunts.

He tightens his hold around my neck and I gasp for breath.

“Look up, my bewitching vixen. Look at our reflections in the window. See how well we fit together. See how horny, desperate you look with your tits hanging out, your nipples hard, begging me to suck on them, to bite them.”

“Oh my God,” I whimper, my hips gyrating to the hammering of his fingers, my eyes rolling back. The sharp pleasure coalesces into a singular point of ecstasy.

I’m going to break into a million pieces.

Then pain explodes between my legs and his fingers are gone.

He slapped my pussy. The asshole slapped my pussy!

My eyes snap open, and his madness finally infects me. I thrash in his arms, fighting his grasp. His low, deranged chuckles reach my ears.

“That’s it. Break free, sweetheart. Now, keep your eyes open and look at our fucking reflection. I won’t repeat myself.”

Opposing emotions clash inside me—obedience and disobedience, dominance and submission. It’s maddening. It clouds my mind and my vision in a haze of red.

I fight, claw, scratch at any part of him I can reach. All the while he grips my tits and twists my nipples, the heady pain joining the fury and oblivion in my veins.

“All you have to do is say stop and I’ll stop, vixen,” he growls into my ear.

“No. You’re not the boss of me,” I hiss. Who is this vixen?

His eyes flash before he cinches my throat again and angles my head toward the window. “Really? Are you sure? Because. Look. At. Our. Fucking. Reflections.”

He pins me in place, his voice dropping to a low, devilish whisper. “Now, look at us. Look how horny you are in my arms.”

My eyes finally refocus as I take in our reflection, my mouth dropping open.

The woman there isn’t me—hair wild and tumbling out of her braids, skin reddened, breasts heaving and my core glistening under the moonlight on full display.

Rex chuckles and I watch in fascination as his hand grabs my pussy, then spears three fingers inside me, sending sharp torrents of pleasure and pain through my body once more.

“Fuck. This cunt. You’re so tight. You take me so well,” he grunts, his fingers pistoning, his eyes smoldering as they meet mine in the mirror. “You are devastation, a natural disaster. You are wildfire and poison.”

The sounds grow wetter, my legs already incapable of standing, and I’m completely reliant on him hoisting me up.

My lungs constrict, my nails digging into his hand around my neck, wanting both to break free from the shackle around my throat and to have him tighten his grip.

“Just say no,” he reminds me as his fingers quicken to hammering.

My clit throbs and pulses and wetness drips out of me, but I don’t care. My lurid cries echo in the quiet room.

My cries. I don’t sound like the good doctor, the rule follower.

“Yes, feel your pussy gripping me. Fuck, you make me so hard.” He emphasizes his point by whipping his hips against my ass, letting me feel his hard cock against my butt. “Taking me like a good slut, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, yes, yes…” Our reflection—me gyrating half-naked, moving lewdly against his fully clothed body, my eyes glazed over in passion—brands into my mind.

I don’t recognize the woman in the window, and yet I know her. She’s been hiding inside me all along.

“Anyone outside can see you. Horny, wet, your soaked pussy aching to come, needing my cock. But I won’t give it to you now, won’t I? You only get what I give you when I give it to you.”