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To tease us both further, I press it against her entrance but don’t sink inside. Her body isn’t quite ready, but I push in until there’s resistance, then pull out. After a few times, we’re both breathing heavily and sweat beads my forehead from the restraint required.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, I rub one of her ass cheeks affectionately, letting my cock rest right at her entrance. Her body vibrates with need; her elbows waver in their support.

“You’re not quite ready,” I say softly, pressing a hand between her shoulders. Her arms relax until her face rests on the mattress, ass still in the air.

“I’m very ready,” she insists.

I spank her, savoring the sound of her squeal. “Are you telling me what to do? That can’t be, because that would be punishment worthy.”

“Maybe I am,” she challenges.

I let out a dark chuckle. “Pretty girl, we’re about to find out exactly who is boss right now.”

“Me,” she insists, but with a little fear in the tone.

Replacing my cock with two fingers, I offer no warning when I slide them into her body. She hisses, then moans, body already clamping around them. So greedy.

I spank her again, relishing the way her walls squeeze in response. She likes it. To even things out, I spank the other cheek, enthralled with the way it jiggles from the impact. Goddess, she’s so miraculous.

So perfect for me.

Working my fingers in and out, I growl, “You might be the boss most of the time, but right now, pretty girl, I’m—” I thrust my hand forward, shoving the fingers deep until she lets out a guttural groan. “—in charge. And I will not—” I spank her ass, earning a scream. “—tolerate any sass.”

When I do it again, she lets out a sob of pleasure. Rubbing her pink ass, I say, “Understood?”

“Yes,” she cries out, fingers clutching the blanket for dear life.

Instead of praising her, like she wants, I stick my thumb in my mouth, coating it in spit. Carefully attuned to her reaction, I hold it against her tight hole, keeping my other fingers at a steady pace in her pussy.

She inhales sharply as every muscle tenses. I pause, waiting for the safe word. When it doesn’t arrive, I gently press against it in the same rhythm as my fingers. Almost instantly, she’s shaking her head and moaning so frantically, she might actually be losing her mind.

Fantastic.

“Use your fingers,” I command. She reaches between her legs, frantically circling her clit.

“Ah, ah,” I admonish. “Not yet. Slowly.”

She lets out a pathetic whimper, but obeys. She’s soaked; there’s no question about whether or not she’s prepared now. Pressing my thumb into her tight hole a little more, just enough to make her gasp with surprise, I pick up the pace.

“Match my rhythm, baby.”

Kyrielle obeys — goddess, I love it when she obeys — and together we work her toward an orgasm I’m positive will shoot her to another realm.

“That’s it,” I praise. “You’re doing so fucking good. Your pussy is magnificent. And when you finally cum, when I give you permission, I’m going to make you mine. Would you like that?”

She’s barely intelligible, ‌but I think she sobs out an affirmation. Grinning, I focus on where I’m working her body into a frenzy. Her body is taut; the orgasm is right there.

“Are you ready to cum?” I ask, knowing the answer.

“Y-yes,” she practically screams.

“Ask for permission, baby.”

“Please, Trinte, let me cum.”

“Okay, pretty girl. Cum on my fingers.”

It’s incredible, feeling her body tighten, sucking my fingers in, making it impossible to move them. Her ass shakes as she convulses from the pleasure, and she releases a primal scream that immediately cements itself into my memory.