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“Okay,” she says softly, her pupils blown with desire. “Yes.”

Soon, clothes go flying left and right, and I couldn’t care less. I need my girl bare.

Leaning back, I smile at all the pretty, smooth skin on her body. Silla doesn’t have any tattoos or piercings, and it suits her. Touching the spiral markings on my hip reverently, I feel cherished for the first time ever.

Laying on my back, I smack her thigh, loving the sound of it. No wonder Isaac and Grayson enjoy spanking her so much. I have my own way of disciplining our girl though.

“Climb on my face. You don’t get to taste my pussy until I’m dripping in your cum, Silla.” I tell her. Making sure I open my legs wide to tease what she can’t touch as she gingerly moves to sit back, I grin. “You won’t hurt me, Baby. If you drown me, know I’ll die happy.”

She giggles nervously and then gasps as I lick up her core like my favorite ice cream. Grabbing onto her hips and ass, I pull her firmly down, and spread her cheeks. Her pussy tastes like vanilla, delicious and sweet. My feet dig into the mattress as I moan, writhing as I eat her out.

“Fuck,” Silla cries out, her hips starting to move over my tongue. I could spank her for helping, but I want her to be completely involved in this. I want her to feel safe, cherished, and adored in every way.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I let her curses and moans wash over me, because I’m responsible for every one of them. Everyone else has been taking care of Silla but now it’s my turn.

“Please, please,” she mewls, her pussy dripping all over my face. Loving it, I lap at her cream. “‘Drya… I want to make you feel good…”

Her words make my heart clench, so I speak, even though it’s garbled by her body. “Come for me, and I’ll let you have your way with me, Baby.”

I can feel as her hands move up her body, and she’s massaging and pulling her nipples. I’m learning that she needs a touch of pain, so I begin to finger fuck her as I use my teeth gently on her clit.

Silla begs and pleads, screaming as she explodes all over my face.

“Good fucking girl,” I growl pushing on her back to bend over to claim her prize. “Now you can eat my pussy.”

Quickly, she lays across me, pulling my legs toward her as if she’s always done this. Silla’s breathing rough after cumming so hard, but drags the flat of her tongue down my core easily.

“Mmm, Gods, I want to do this all of the time,” she moans. I want to tell her she can have whatever the fuck she wants, as long as she doesn’t stop doing that flicking thing with her tongue. Or the twisting thing with her fingers inside my pussy that she just started doing.

My feet are starting to curl, my thighs are trembling, and I can tell I’m going to do what any other self-respecting woman would do. Waiting until I’m on the edge of my release, I pinch Silla’s clit and smack her ass as I massage her G-spot. Her yowling scream makes me smirk as she explodes, just as I find my own orgasm.

Fuck yeah, Baby Girl, we can do that any time you want. We fall asleep entangled in each other’s arms, and I’m so damn grateful.

Twenty-Five

GRAYSON

My day starts with a video chat with the Queen’s Mission. Holton Dubois looks smug as he comes onto the screen with his streaked blond hair and cruel eyes.

“Warden, it’s come to my attention that you’re not being fiscally responsible. Why did Section B get new uniforms? They’re whores! These people who literally wear nothing at all, and still are able to perform their duties,” he says, rolling his eyes. “These niceties just spoil them from the true work they’ll be facing when they leave the reform camp.”

My mind whirls as I listen to him. He shouldn’t know about the new uniforms, as the staff hasn’t been to FRC since they came in. The money wasn’t taken from the Queen’s money that she sends us, therefore, there’s a mole on staff. I don’t believe an asset would be able to get a call out of the facility, as they don’t have access to a phone. This is bullshit.

“I have money that isn’t part of the Queen’s checking account that she makes available to me for the facility’s needs,” I say smoothly, enjoying as the smile falls from his face. “I have been Warden for many years, and I know there’s an ebb and flow to the allowance she allotts us. Therefore, we grow our own food, have an income outside of the Queen’s very generous deposits for the continuing health of our assets and this facility. Please let the Queen know that everything is moving forward well here.”

Holton begins to turn red, as he nods curtly. “I’m sure she’ll want to see this with her own eyes, so I’ll tell her that you await her arrival shortly,” he says.

I keep my breaths even, because her traveling six hours out here is highly unlikely. Queen Cinder despises travel. Everyone from the city does, which is why it’s so ridiculous that we’ve had so many visitors recently.

“That’s fine,” I respond coolly. “I’m sure you want to be responsible for her decision to travel all the way out here because I purchased warmer pajamas for her assets. The weather is turning, and while they’re inside most of the time, her assets are catching colds. They can’t train and perform if they’re sick, as there are still laws that protect the kingdom’s citizens and prisoners.”

The laws that protect prisoners are very unclear, but I could figure out how to twist them if needed. I have spent many nights since I became warden going over the law books. The widening of Holton’s eyes shows that he can see I’m petty enough to do it. I’m Warden for a reason.

“How is Section B coming along?” he asks snidely instead. “What if I were to bring the Queen’s Mission to sample their warm pussy and tight asses?”

My blood pressure jumps, but I continue breathing normally. I know this is a dig at Silla. “You know as well as I do, this is something that’ll never be allowed. They are not here for your sake, but rather for the Queen’s safety and demands. If that is all, I have rounds to do.”

Terminating the call gives me a bit of joy. Blowing out a breath, I get up and leave my office to gain some space from the experience. Holton Dubois gets under my skin more than I let him see. Asshole.