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“I do believe you’ve been a very bad girl, haven’t you?” I purr as she shivers at my words. Silla feels too much, has too much on her shoulders, her mind never stopping from the barrage of her thoughts. Maybe I can help her empty her mind.

“Very bad,” Silla says softly, her eyes widening as her head drops back. “I don’t drink enough water, I skipped lunch, and I’m pretty sure if I go back to my room alone, I’ll have to make myself come.”

My blood heats, my cock jumps from her confession, and my palm itches. No one has made her come today?

“How is it possible that you’re so needy, my Pretty Whore?” I ask.

Whimpering, her pupils begin to blow out with desire. “No time for anything but teasing, and I’ve had my period.” She shrugs.

“A little blood doesn’t bother me,” I growl, and as I say it, I know it to be true. It’s not something that I’ve done with anyone else, but if it comes out of her pussy, it’s mine.

“Gray, don’t tease, Sir. I can’t,” Silla whines, shuddering.

“Do you want my cock, Baby? Are you ready to be my little cum whore?” I growl. I’m not as crass as I could be, but I need her to be able to hear my words. Once I’m inside her tight pussy, my words may start to fly. I’m taking back the words others use to hurt her. They’re mine.

“Your… Gray?” Silla already can’t speak, her thighs squeezing together for friction she won’t find. “Yes, give it to me, please. Don’t fuck around.”

The growled last words make me groan, burying my face in her neck. She smells strongly of juniper, and all I can think of is if I’ll taste her sweet vanilla cream on my tongue tonight.

“I promise,” I coo. “I’ll push my thick, upgraded hardware ridden cock into you, and make you take every inch. I need you to do one thing for me, Baby Girl.”

Blinking up at me, you’d think I was taking something away from her as her eyes become glassy.

“No games, I swear,” I promise.

“Okay,” she whispers. “What do I need to do?” Silla’s body is beginning to fill with tension, and I don’t like it.

“What’s your safe word?” I ask her.

“Ketchup,” Silla says quickly, and I kiss the pulse beating madly in her throat.

“Can you be a good girl for me, give me control? You make decisions all day long, and have so many things that don’t make sense. Give it all to me. I’ll carry it for you, and I won’t let you fall,” I rumble, swearing to myself that I won’t fuck up again because she doesn’t believe I cherish her.

“I… don’t trust you,” she says, her green eyes darkening with sorrow.

“What if we work on that together? Do you trust me enough to punish you for making bad decisions about your health, and help you release the pain you’re holding? I’ll put you back together as I hold you tightly with my cock and my tongue,” I promise. Little does she know that I mean so much more than just my words.

“Yes,” she agrees. “I can do that.”

I want to tie her arms behind her back, have her completely submit, but we’re not there yet. Not by a long shot.

“Good,” I purr, stepping back. “Take off your clothes for me. I want you bare when my hand punishes your bratty ass.”

A small smile flirts along her lips, and I can see the brat in her as she pulls her top over her head. Articles of clothing drop to the floor, shoes are stepped out of, yet she hesitated as her fingers tangled in the fabric of her panties.

“I’m at the end of my period, and I’m wearing a pad just in case. I don’t know how heavy it may be,” she says apologetically.

I am most definitely eating out that delicious cunt. Mine. I don’t give a fuck if she stains my lips red.

“I don’t care,” I tell her truthfully. “I want to tongue fuck your pussy before I fuck you, until you’re overflowing with it. Heavy flow or light, that’s what a shower is for or a change of sheets. I believe I gave you an order.”

Biting her lip, she pushes her panties down her thighs. A glance at her pad shows that Silla still has a light flow, but as I said, I don’t care. I need her.

Holding out my hand I wait for her to take it. Grabbing a dining room chair, I pull it over for me to sit down. Tugging her to me hard, I enjoy the yelp as she tumbles into my lap. Laying with her chest over my legs, her ass is perfectly positioned for a spanking.

“Grab the chair leg,” I command, waiting for her to follow instructions. “Good, I’m so glad you can obey me.”

Silla huffs in annoyance, and something about me loves that she fights me even now.