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She looked up at me, her eyes dark and swirling with dominance. A slow smirk played on her lips as she watched me unravel.

"You're going to get exactly what you want, Alex," she said, her voice a low, steady anchor in the middle of my chaos. "But don't for one second forget the terms. You are mine to play with. You are mine to stir up, and you are mine to leave wanting."

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against my stomach as she moved back up my body. "Every sensation you feel tonight belongs to me. Not a single spark of it is for anyone else. Do you understand, princess?"

I could only nod, my breath coming in short, jagged bursts.

Carrie dipped back down, a low, guttural moan vibrating against my skin. "I love the taste of my princess," she murmured.

I lost my mind the moment she connected again. Her tongue was masterful, circling and flickering with a precision that made my toes curl. Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, I felt the sudden, stretching fullness of two fingers sliding inside me. I gasped, my breath hitching in a sharp sob of relief as she began to thrust. The pace was relentless, a hard, rhythmic pounding that made my vision swim.

I was right there—teetering on the jagged edge of a climax that felt like it was going to shatter me—when the world suddenly ground to a halt.

The frantic pace dropped to a torturous, agonisingly slow crawl.

"Please," I whimpered, my head thrashing against the pillow. "Fuck, Mommy... please don't stop. I'm so close."

Carrie paused, leaning her head against my inner thigh so she could look up at me. Her face was flushed, her eyes dark and predatory. "You aren't allowed to come until I say you can, Alex," she whispered, a calm, steady command in the middle of my hurricane. "Do you understand?”

"Yes," I sobbed, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "I understand."

I surrendered completely, my hands falling limp at my sides. Only then did she bring the pace back up, but it was different now—crueler. She didn't curl her fingers to hit the spots she knew I needed; she just thrusted them straight in and out, a shallow, rhythmic friction that kept me hovering on the brink without ever letting me fall over. She stayed there, watching the way my muscles jumped and my chest heaved, savouring the sight of me being completely undone by her hand.

I was a wire pulled so tight I was vibrating, caught in the agonising space between pleasure and torment, waiting for the one word that would finally let me break.

"You've done so well for me, Alex," Carrie murmured, her voice a dark, velvet hum.

Just as the words left her mouth, she shifted her weight, driving her fingers in with a sudden, forceful depth that made me let out a high, thin cry. She didn’t just thrust; she flared her fingers wide inside me, stretching me open until I felt completely filled by her. The sensation was overwhelming, a sharp, heavy pressure that anchored me to the bed while my mind threatened to float away.

"Look at how you take me," she whispered, her gaze locked onto the way my body reacted to the stretch. "Look at how perfectly you fit around my hand."

She began to move again, but it was no longer shallow. Every stroke was deep, deliberate, designed to remind me of exactly who was inside me. I was gasping, my fingers digging into the mattress so hard my nails were probably tearing the fabric. The friction of her palm against my centre combined with that deep, internal stretch was a lethal combination.

"Please," I sobbed, my voice breaking. "Please, Mommy... I can't... I’m going to—"

"I know," she said, her voice tightening with her own rising heat. She didn't pull back this time. Instead, she maintained the stretch, her thumb finding my clit and pinning it with a firm, steady pressure that sent a final, blinding surge of electricity through my nerves. "Go on, princess. Show me how much you belong to me."

The permission was the final spark. My world shattered into a million jagged pieces of light and heat. I screamed her name as my body convulsed around her fingers, the internal stretch making the orgasm feel twice as intense, twice as violent. I was drowning in it, my muscles clenching in wave after wave of pure, unadulterated ruin, while Carrie stayed right there, holding me through the storm she had created.

The room was thick with the scent of us, the air heavy and humid. As my body finally began to settle from the violence of the climax, I felt Carrie move. She groaned, a low, primal sound of satisfaction, and dipped her head down one last time to lick my release from her fingers, her tongue slow and deliberate.

I was still lost in the afterglow, my muscles twitching with the fading tremors of the high, when I felt her shift. My breathing was just starting to return to a normal rhythm when she crawled back up my body. I must have been further gone than I realised, because somewhere in the haze of my undoing, Carrie’s black lace underwear had vanished.

She loomed over me, her skin flushed and her eyes dark with a hunger that hadn't been sated yet. She looked down at me, brushing a damp strand of hair away from my forehead with a touch that was deceptively tender.

"You did so well for me, princess," she cooed, her voice a low, vibrating purr that sent a fresh shiver down my spine. She leaned down, her chest pressing against mine, the friction of her bare skin making my heart kickstart all over again. "But look at what you've done to me. Mommy is absolutely soaked."

She took my hand, her fingers interlacing with mine, and guided it down between our bodies. The heat radiating from her was incredible. She guided my fingers until they traced the slick, velvet heat of her folds—she was drenched. I groaned, my fingers itching to fuck her.

"I need you to wake up for me now, darling," she whispered against my lips, her breath hitching in a way that betrayed her composure. "I've had my turn playing with you. Now, you will take care of me."

Despite the exhaustion clinging to my limbs, the command in her voice had me moving instantly. I knew I had fucked up by not moving away from Billie fast enough, but being honest and giving Carrie the full truth was the best thing I could have done. If this was the reward for my honesty, I’d never keep a secret from her again. I groaned, delighted, as my fingers slid into her, and she let out a sharp, needy moan right into my ear.

Fuck, how could I ever want anyone but her?

Chapter 33

Alex