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He growled, low and possessively, and untied my hands before pushing me forward until I was braced on all fours, tits hanging heavy and swaying. My ass was in the air like an offering. And it was one I knew he’d take.

One brutal thrust and he was inside me to the base of his cock, stretching my drenched pussy around his bare cock, the plug in my ass making everything impossibly tighter. I cried out into the pillow, knowing I’d be coming sooner rather than later. My cunt walls fluttered and milked him as he pounded into me.

Daddy didn’t stop, just gripped my hips and fucked me deep and steady, the head of his cock lodged at my entrance before he plunged in deep again.

“You’re so fucking tight. So wet for your daddy,” he rasped against my spine, teeth scraping the nape of my neck.

I sobbed yes, yes, yes, pushing back to meet every thrust, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet room. He reached around, pinched one of my sensitive nipples roughly, and I came instantly, pussy squeezing around his cock until my pussy leaked from my orgasm and soaked the sheets beneath us.

He pulled out and flipped me onto my back carefully. My legs were spread wide over his forearms, pussy swollen and red and abused in the best way. He plunged back into me, and the new angle made me take him even deeper. I mewled, head thrashing because I couldn’t stay still.

Daddy leaned down, braced his hands beside my head, caging me in, and sucked one swollen nipple into his mouth while he fucked me like he was crazed.

When he came, it was with my name falling from his lips. Heat flooded my body in thick, endless pulses. I felt Daddy everywhere.

Afterward, he massaged the slight marks on my wrists left by the bindings and kissed every single inch of me until I felt sated and content. Daddy curled around me from behind, one big hand splayed over my belly, cock still half-hard and nestled against my ass.

“Say you’ll always be mine?” he whispered into my hair.

I closed my eyes and smiled. “Always, Daddy,” I breathed. “Every inch. Every breath. Every single moment of my life… I’m yours.”

He pressed a kiss just below my ear, the same spot he’d bitten the very first night in the alley. “And I’m forever yours, babygirl.”

Outside, the wind moved through the pines like a sigh.

Inside, the skull mask watched from the nightstand, patient and satisfied. For the moment.

Some games never ended.

Thank God.