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It’s too much to untangle here, wondering who it is I’m envious of. Her? Them? I search her eyes for the lie. She’s done it before. Who says she won’t now? “Promise me.”

She nods slowly. “I promise.”

“You’re not just saying that to appease me?”

Her pussy gives a weak flutter around me. “No. Why would I do that?”

Because she’s a liar. The accusation tickles the back of my mind. Covering me like a dark cloud.

“How’s Wick?” It burns to ask her. I would have asked Lex, but I knew he couldn’t tell me. Part of this punishment is thenotknowing.

Body flat against the cold concrete, she whispers, “He has a concussion, but they say he’ll be alright. He was walking today.” Some of the tension in my shoulder ratchets down, and then she asks, “How long are we going to stay like this?

“Until I’m finished with you.” If it was up to me, I’d make it last all day and into the night. But right now, we’re on Father’s time.

Her fingers fidget against the texture of the wall. “What about the plug?”

“I’myour fucking plug.” My cock twitches, and I lick her neck before grazing the wet spot with my teeth. The tremor that runs through her brings my cock back to life, twitching deep in her pussy.

Pumping in twice, I get hard again before pulling her toward the bed, careful not to break the connection. She stumbles clumsily for a few steps, before just letting me drag her, her soft body going limp against me as I haul her backward.

When I reach the mattress, I pull her down with me, guiding her hips carefully. “Ride me,” I demand, pressing my fingers into her thighs. It’s almost better like this, watching the muscles in her back twist and shift as she hesitantly rises up, only to sink back down on my cock. I hiss as I feel my cum–our cum–dripping out around me, and I clamp her hips tighter, not letting her get too far away. Somewhere in the last week, however, the Princess has learned not just to take a deposit, but to fuck. She rocks back and forth in my lap in slow, fluid motions, her head canting to the side as she gets lost in the motion of taking me.

“Harder,” I demand, reaching up to palm her tits. I feel the bounce of them as she rolls her hips more sharply. These little punched whimpers escape her lips, and I drown myself in them, rubbing my palms everywhere–tits, hips, shoulders, thighs. All the while, my nose never leaves the tangle of her hair, lungs swallowing the scent of her–of them.

My second deposit is ripped out of me more than anything. The motion of her hips is too sensual, too practiced to be anything other than deliberate. I clutch her in a tight, bruising embrace as I empty myself into her cunt, cock surging with a long series of hot pulses. It hurts to give it, this last part of myself, but I know I need to.

Father will be pleased I managed two.

I rest there for a long while after, inhaling her hair, stealing her warmth, wondering how much more time we have.

“Tell Wicker I’m fine.”

Verity caught her breath a while ago, so when her fingers trail over my injured arm, her voice is even and small. “Lie?”

“Lie,” I confirm, lifting her carefully from my cock. I’m there with the plug before I can leak out, pushing it in with zero regard to her wince. “Eventually, you might get good at it.”

She shifts to face me. “Is something wrong?”

“No, Princess.” I brush her hair off her shoulder. “The opposite actually. Being down here has a way of making me see things more clearly.”

She bites down on her bottom lip, worrying it as the wave of insecurity washes over her. Good, join the club.

“And do something else for me?”

“Of course. What do you need?”

“Tell Lex I need to talk to Father.”

On the fifth day,I make the slash numbly, tossing the spoon aside with a hard sigh. I rub at my temples, wondering how much longer it’ll be. Father never says. There’s school and hockey and security work, but if he really wanted to, he could draw this out for weeks, just sending the Princess in to make sure I fill that goddamn quota. Right now, it’s the only thing that matters to him.

I spend hours thinking of Effie, talking to her like she’s here. “Rain. Lightning. Hail. Raptors. The sky’s not even all that great, anyway.” I spend some time talking to Wicker and Lex, too. “Fucking iceberg. Hockey without a puck. No wonder we like skates.”

Occasionally, I’ll even talk to Rosilocks. “Biggest rat of all.”

I can feel that lights-out is coming soon when I hear footsteps approaching. It’s not my day for a deposit. Thursday. Free day.

Ironic choice of words.