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WILLOW

T he limo’s leather seats are cool against my knees as I kneel before Raekon, my body still humming from the vibrations of the clamps and the vibe.

The harness digs into my skin, leaving me exposed and vulnerable, but I’m not thinking about that right now.

All I can focus on is the throbbing, scaled length of his cock, inches from my face.

Even restrained, even gagged, I’m determined to please him—and maybe, just maybe, remind him who’s really in control here.

I lean forward, rubbing my gagged face against the length of him, the ridges of his cock catching on the rubber ball in my mouth. His hand tangles in my hair, pulling me closer, the heat radiating from him, the way his body tenses with need.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. He reaches behind my head, unbuckling the gag and pulling it free. I gasp as the ball slips out, my jaw aching but my mouth already watering at the thought of what’s next.

I don’t waste a second. My tongue darts out, tracing the underside of his cock from the base to the tip, savoring the way his scales shift and ripple under my touch.

The ridges around the crown undulate, and I moan, the sound low and throaty.

I’m supposed to be the one in control here, but damn, he’s intoxicating.

“That’s it,” he growls, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Show me what you can do, little flower.”

I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, my lips closing around the heart-shaped head.

I suckle gently at first, teasing him, but when he lets out a low groan, I can’t resist pushing further.

My tongue swirls around the ridges, and I feel him twitch in my mouth, his hips bucking slightly.

I pull back, then take him deeper, my throat relaxing as I work him with a rhythm that’s as much for my pleasure as his.

He’s close—I can feel it in the way his body tenses, the way his breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

I redouble my efforts, my mouth working him with a fervor that leaves me lightheaded.

And then he’s there, his cock pulsing as he spills into my mouth.

I swallow eagerly, the taste of him sweet and rich, like strawberries and something uniquely him .

It’s always been my favorite part of this—the way he tastes, the way he feels when he loses control.

When he finally stills, I pull back, licking my lips and looking up at him with a smug grin. “Well, that was quick,” I say, my voice teasing. “Guess I’m better at this than I thought.”

His eyes narrow, and I see the flicker of something dangerous in his gaze. “You’re looking a bit too pleased with yourself,” he says, his tone low and warning.

“Well, I did make you cum in record time,” I reply, unable to keep the smugness out of my voice.

“After I had not touched myself in a week,” he growls, his hand tightening in my hair again. “You need to be reminded who you belong to, little flower.”

I swallow hard, the smugness fading as I realize I might have pushed him too far. But before I can say anything, he’s pulling me up, his hands rough and demanding as he positions me exactly where he wants me. And I know, without a doubt, that I’m about to get exactly what I asked for.

His hand tangles in my hair, yanking me forward until my face is level with his cock. The ridges along his length glisten, and I can already feel my mouth watering. “Take it,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “All of it.”

I don’t hesitate. My lips part, and I take the tip of him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the heart-shaped crown.

He groans, his fingers tightening in my hair as I push further, taking him deeper.

The ridges catch on my tongue, and I make all kinds of sounds around him, the vibrations making him twitch in my mouth.

“Deeper,” he commands, and I obey, my throat relaxing as I take him in.

He doesn’t stop until I’m gagging, my nose pressed against the base of his cock.

I can’t breathe, my lungs burning, but I don’t pull away.

I know better. His grip on my hair is ironclad, holding me in place as I struggle to take him.

Finally, he lets me up, and I gasp for air, my chest heaving.

But before I can catch my breath, he’s pushing me back down, his cock sliding into my throat again.

I choke, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, but I don’t fight him.

Instead, I focus on pleasing him, my lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild.

He groans, his hips bucking as he thrusts into my mouth. “That’s it, little flower,” he growls, his voice thick with need. “Take it all.”

I do, my mouth working him with a fervor that leaves me lightheaded.

And then he’s there, his cock pulsing as he spills into my mouth.

I swallow eagerly, the taste of him sweet and rich, like strawberries and something uniquely him .

It’s always been my favorite part of this—the way he tastes, the way he feels when he loses control.

When he finally stills, I pull back, licking my lips and looking up at him with a smug grin. “That was even faster than last time,” I say sweetly, my voice teasing.

His eyes narrow, and I see the flicker of something dangerous in his gaze. “You’re looking a bit too pleased with yourself,” he says, his tone low and warning.

Before I can respond, he’s shoving the ball gag back into my mouth, the rubber ball pressing against my tongue.

He buckles it tight, the leather straps digging into my cheeks.

Then he grabs the straps from my harness, using them to bind my legs in a kneeling position, my thighs strapped to my ankles.

I’m completely at his mercy now, and I shiver with anticipation.

He pushes me onto my back on the floor of the limo, his huge body looming over me.

His mouth envelops one of my breasts, his tongue swirling around the nipple clamp still attached to it.

The vibrations send a jolt of pleasure through me, and I moan around the gag.

Then he pulls the vakutan vibe out of my pussy, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. “Now you’re going to take every inch of my cock,” he growls, his hand squeezing my throat until I can’t even squeak.

Oh god, yes, finally! I think to myself. A week without Raekon’s cock inside me is a week too long.

Raekon’s cock slides into me with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body.

His red eyes burn with a primal hunger that makes my heart race, and I groan around the gag, the sound muffled but desperate.

I love this—the way he looks at me like I’m his, like I’m the only thing in the universe that matters.

His scales catch the dim light of the limo, glinting like gold, and I’m mesmerized by the sight of him, by the feel of him inside me.

The ridges of his cock drag against my walls, teasing and stretching me in ways that make my toes curl.

It’s better than the vibe, better than anything I’ve ever felt.

He’s warm and hard, yet there’s a flexibility to him that makes every movement feel like a revelation.

I’m so close, teetering on the edge, and I whimper, my body trembling as I beg for permission to let go.

“Cum,” he growls, his voice sharp and commanding, and I shatter. My scream is muffled by the gag, but it doesn’t matter—he knows. He always knows. My body convulses beneath him, my pussy clenching around his cock as I ride out the waves of my orgasm. But he’s not done with me yet.

Before I can catch my breath, he’s pulling out, and I whine at the sudden emptiness.

He grabs the heating KY jelly, and I watch as he coats his cock with it, the slick warmth making my pussy ache for him all over again.

Then he’s lifting me, positioning me on his lap in reverse cowgirl, and I gasp as he slides back inside me.

The warmth of the jelly amplifies every sensation, and I’m already trembling again.

His hands grip the straps of my harness, the single glove, and the gag, using them like reins to control me.

Even though I’m on top, he’s still in charge, and I love it.

I try to move, to pump my hips and give him as much pleasure as he’s giving me, but I’m so restrained, so helpless, that all I can manage are small, desperate movements.

Still, I clench around him, my pussy milking his cock as I try to show him how much I want this, how much I want him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and approving, and I feel a surge of pride.

His grip tightens on the straps, and he thrusts up into me, his cock hitting all the right spots.

I’m so close again, my body trembling with the need to cum, and then he’s there, his cock throbbing inside me as he spills.

The feeling of him pulsing, of his warmth filling me, sends me over the edge again, and I scream, my body writhing helplessly in his arms.

He holds me close, his breath hot against my neck as we both come down from the high. “You’re mine,” he growls, his voice possessive and fierce, and I nod, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I’m his. Period.

Before I can even catch my breath, Raekon flips me onto my belly, his massive weight pressing me into the leather seat of the limo.

I squeal into the gag, the sound muffled but unmistakably needy.

His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as his tongue drags across my asshole, slow and deliberate.

I jerk against him, my body trembling with a mix of shock and anticipation.

“Mmm,” he growls, the vibration of his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “So responsive, little flower. You’re going to take everything I give you tonight, aren’t you?”