“Oh my god! Alex,” she moans in ecstasy. “Harder. More.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
I cup her tits, pinching her nipples until she screams and constricts around me. I tease and torment all her sensitive spots, intent on bringing her to an orgasm from anal fucking.
“Yeah, baby. Squeeze my dick.” I stroke her pussy, plunging two fingers inside and stabbing against her G-spot.
“Too much.”
“Accept everything I’m giving you, little whore.”
“I… I… I’m going to co— Alex!” Her climax hits her as I bury every inch and finger fuck her cunt mercilessly. “Daddy!”
Curling my hand around her shoulders, I rut into her shaking body like a beast. Our skin slaps together. Our hearts thunder. Our loud groans pierce the air.
“Fuck! Molly!” My orgasm barrels down like a tsunami. Head thrown back, my cock jerks and spurts into her ass in waves. So much cum that it leaks out of her hole, trailing down to my balls.
Her whimper pulls me to the present. Aftershocks rock her small frame. Her bound arms hold up her weight. Pulling out ofher, I immediately uncuff her. When I place her head on my lap, she parts her lips while reaching for my dick.
Protectiveness surges as I understand her need for an anchor.
I shift her lower to my thigh and feed her my cock. She sighs in satisfaction, suckling me softly with her eyes closed. I lean my back against the wall and run my fingers through her hair till the last tremor subsides and she falls asleep.
Tugging her lips off my erection, I pick her up into my arms.
Inside our bedroom, I lay her on the bed. Walking into the bathroom, I take what I need and return with a washcloth. I push as much of my cum back inside her before cleaning the remnants.
Sliding in beside her, I pull the covers over us and snuggle against her. Holding my entire world in my arms, I let darkness welcome me.
SIXTEEN
ALEXANDER
Over the week,I’ve been leaving opportunities for her to escape the house. However, not once has she taken the bait. I went as far as leaving the front door unlocked when we’d spend time upstairs. She would notice it, regard it long and hard, but never got up from the couch.
Is that a good sign? Does this mean I won her over? I guess I’m about to find out because today our seven days are up.
Time to face the music.
For the first time in a very long time, I’m nervous as I descend the stairs. My hands are a little clammy once I reach the landing. Panic joins in when I don’t find her in the bedroom. I check in the bathroom, the closet, but she’s nowhere.
“Molly?” I yell.
No answer.
I sprint into the hallway and toward the dungeon. I come to a halt when I see her standing rigid with her back to me. An electric current pulses between us as she senses my presence but doesn’t turn around.
“What are you doing here, little bird?”
She doesn’t reply for the longest time. When she does, I know I’ve lost her.
“The week is over, Mr. Smith.”
I take a step. “I’m Alex to you.”
