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Lubing up the slim vibrator, I trace circles around her tight hole, watching her muscles clench at the cool touch. “Relax for me, little one.” I press the tip against her entrance, feeling her body resist the intrusion. “Deep breath.”

She inhales shakily, and I take advantage of her momentary relaxation to work the toy inside her. Her walls grip the silicone greedily as I ease it deeper, twisting slowly to help her adjust to the fullness.

“That’s it,” I murmur, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. “Take it all for me.”

Once the vibrator is fully seated, I flick it on to its lowest setting. The quiet hum fills the closet as Eve’s back arches off the floor. Her bound hands twist in their silk restraints, seeking something to hold onto as pleasure overwhelms her.

I tug gently on the chain connecting her nipple clamps, drawing a desperate whimper from her throat. “How does it feel, having that hole filled?” My free hand slides between her thighs, finding her clit swollen and desperate for attention. “Tell me.”

“Full.” She gasps as I circle her sensitive bundle of nerves. “So full. Please.”

“Please what?” I increase the vibrator’s intensity, watching her writhe. “Use your words, Eve.”

“Please fuck me,” she begs, her voice breaking as I pinch her clit. “I need your cock inside me. Please, Zeke.”

The desperate need in her voice nearly breaks my restraint, but I don’t rush. Positioning myself between her spread thighs, I line up with her dripping entrance. “Since you asked so nicely.”

I slide into her wet heat with a groan of pure pleasure. Her walls grip me like a velvet vise, made even tighter by the vibratorfilling her ass. The sensation is almost overwhelming—her slick pussy rippling around my cock as I bottom out inside her.

“Fuck,” I growl, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “So fucking tight.”

Eve writhes beneath me. The chain between her nipple clamps sways with each thrust, adding another layer of sensation that makes her walls clench around me.

I set a punishing pace, driving into her with deep, hard strokes. The vibrator buzzes steadily, and I feel its vibrations through her walls. Every thrust pushes it deeper, making her cry out in a mix of pleasure and desperation.

“Look at me,” I command, and her emerald eyes lock onto mine. The trust and submission I see there sparks a primal roaring in my chest. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she gasps as I snap my hips forward. “Only you, Zeke.”

I increase the vibrator’s intensity, watching her eyes go wide. Her back arches off the floor as the dual sensations overwhelm her. The sight of her—bound, claimed, marked as mine—drives me wild.

“That’s right,” I roar, my own release building. “Every. Fucking. Inch.” Each word is punctuated by a deep thrust that makes her scream. “Come for me, little one. Show me who owns this pussy.”

Her walls clamp down around me as she shatters, her orgasm triggering my own. I empty myself inside her with a roar, branding her in the most primitive way possible.

Mine. All fucking mine.

Chapter 17

Calling for Help

Evelyn

My body still trembles from the intensity of my orgasm as Zeke’s touch turns gentle. His calloused fingers caress my oversensitive skin while he carefully removes the nipple clamps. A soft whimper escapes my lips at the rush of blood flow returning.

“Shhh,” he soothes, pressing tender kisses to each aching peak. His tongue laves the sensitized flesh, the wet heat both soothing and electrifying. “I’ve got you.”

The contrast between his earlier dominance and current tenderness makes my heart flutter. This is a side of Zeke few ever see—the nurturer beneath the ruthless exterior. His beard tickles against my skin as he trails kisses down my stomach, hands stroking my thighs with reverent care.

“Deep breath for me,” he murmurs, slowly easing the vibrator from my body. The loss leaves me feeling strangely empty, but Zeke’s touch remains steady and grounding. He massages the tender muscles with practiced fingers, dropping feather-light kisses along my inner thighs.

My bound hands twitch, wanting to touch him in return. Zeke reaches up to untie the silky fabric from my wrists. Histhumbs rub gentle circles over the faint marks left behind, bringing each wrist to his lips for tender kisses.

“You’re incredible,” he breathes against my skin. The raw honesty in his voice sends a tremor through me. This isn’t just aftercare—this is something deeper, more intimate than I’m ready to name. “Perfect.” He kisses my stomach, just below my belly button, and I take this opportunity now that my arms are free, to shove my fingers into his hair.

He looks up at me as he peppers more light kisses on my belly and toward my clit. “Next time, it’ll be my cock in your ass, and a vibrator in your pussy. Think you can handle that?”

My breath hitches as I hold his intense gaze. A mix of fear and excitement washes over me, but I nod. I told him I’d submit, and I will. I trust him. He’ll only show me pleasure.