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CHAPTER THIRTY

DEACON

After chores are done and the ranch is locked down for the night, I take her upstairs to the bedroom. She gets a cup of tea because I want her to think clearly. I have a splash of whiskey in the bottom of a glass.

I flick on the fire. “There are some clothes in our dresser.”

Her eyes flick up, like she wants to call me out for saying our dresser instead of my dresser. But she sorts through the bottom drawer until she finds a slip and disappears into the bathroom to get undressed for bed. I strip and pull on my sweats and sink down into the chair before the fire.

The door opens. I glance up.

Goddamn.

Her dark hair flows down her back, the black silk slip dripping off her body. I hold out my hand, and she comes. Something shifted in the attic, as I hoped it would. There’s an openness to her that wasn’t there before.

I’m prying her walls apart.

Reeling her out of the world in her head.

Maybe I can give her a reality worth living in .

I set my drink aside and pull her between my knees. I run my palm up to the lace hem, brushing it just high enough to see the chastity belt glittering beneath.

I’m hard, but I can wait.

I run my palms down and up again. Her thighs curve so beautifully, tapering up above her waist. The rise and fall of her body beneath my hands makes my brain buzz.

She feels like something I’m too rough to own but too far gone to give up.

I’ve always lived in the real world. The violence, the pain. She feels like a breath of new air, like I caught a rare, beautiful bird in my trap, and I’m so in love, I can’t give it up.

I am in love.

For a long time, I felt obsession and hunger. I think under it, there was always love. It’s the only thing that explains what I feel. It burns like fire, like torture. It hurts too much to be just lust.

I run one hand to the inside of her thighs. Her head falls to the side, her lids closing. Lashes dark as coal rest against her cheeks.

I want her, forever. Nightly, daily. In every way, in every moment.

“Open your legs for me,” I say, voice hushed.

She eases them apart, just enough so I can undo the strap. I set it aside and dip my fingers into her sex. Soft wetness envelopes my fingertips. A moan works its way out of her. I slide in deeper, to my middle knuckle.

And she drips. Fuck, she drips down my hand.

I bend in, drawing my wet hand from her body, and bite her thigh. It sinks beneath my teeth. She gasps, her hand falling on my hair and fisting. I grip her wrists, putting them both behind her back, and hold them there.

I release the soft flesh of her thigh. She whimpers. Head empty, I lick over the mark I left and give her another, biting into the silky skin. It’s not hard enough to break it but hard enough to make my pupils blow and my head buzz. I drag my mouth away from her and pick her up, carrying her to the bed.

She gasps, hair spread out, as she falls back .

This is what I need from her tonight—hot, dark lust.

She cries out when my teeth sink into the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Her spine arches off the bed. I keep her down with a hand between her breasts.

“No, you take it,” I breathe. “You wanted it, little whore, you take it.”

She moans, whimpering.

I slap the curve of her ass. “What do you call me?”

Her lips part. “Yes, daddy.”

I drag my tongue over the bite mark, up to her cunt. It’s soaked. I run my nose over it, dipping my tongue into her cunt briefly. She’s sweet, like nothing I’ve ever had before. I need her pussy all over my face, in my skin, running down the back of my throat.

“Take your clothes off and lay in the middle of the bed,” I whisper, mouth still on her pussy. “On your stomach, arms behind your back.”

My tongue drags over her soaked cunt, and I withdraw. I don’t look over my shoulder to make sure she’s obedient. I know she is.

In the dresser, I remove three lengths of soft black rope, shears, and a velvet bag. When I return to the bed, she’s laid out in the center, her curvy ass on display. I take a step to the side, taking in the sight of her cunt tucked between her thighs. It’s bare, lightly flushed, dewy with arousal.

My cock is heavy in my pants, so sensitive that I feel every step I take. When I woke up this morning, I got off in the shower, but seeing her in that slip makes me feel like I haven’t come in weeks.

I brace my knee on the bed. She flips her head to the side, dark eyes wide.

“Will it hurt?” she whispers.

“No,” I say. “Not this.”

I take the rope and start binding her arms behind her back. This is a gentle tie, running up her arms with triple lengths at each anchor point. When it’s done, it crisscrosses down her arms and stabilizes over her chest around her breasts. I slip my hand beneath and ease her up so she’s sitting on her heels. Her soft curls fall down her back, warm in my hands as I gather them up and braid them down her back.

In the velvet bag is a handful of little black roses made of silk. One by one, I work them into her braid, tucking the last behind her ear. She keeps quiet, being such an obedient girl for me. When I’m done, I lean in to kiss her nape. A shiver goes down her spine.

“Why put flowers in my hair?” she whispers.

“Because I’m about to give you the most disrespectful fucking you’ve ever had, and I want you to feel beautiful for it,” I say. “Remember when you’re gasping for air and begging like a whore that I can be gentle.”

A soft blush moves over her cheeks. I kiss the underside of her jaw, where her skin is like silk.

“Stay here,” I say. “Don’t move.”

She nods once, breathless. I go to the fireplace and shut it off, turning the lamp beside it on. Then, I draw the metal cover over it and reach into the opening between it and the wall. When I built this house, my room was designed to turn into a playroom if needed. Tonight, I need it.

I draw the mirrors from both sides and latch them in the middle. They come up to my waist and go all the way to the floor, covering the entire hearth. From the closet, I take a kneeler and set it out.

On the bed, I pick her naked body up and carry her to the kneeler. Her brows rise, and her lips part as I set her down on it, facing the mirror.

Fuck—she’s beautiful.

Arms are tucked behind her back, little curls brushing her neck, round breasts flushed with arousal. The chastity belt glitters on her full hips like starlight. I kneel behind her and take something from my pocket.

“Lean over,” I tell her.

She nods. I shake my head.

“What do you call me?”

She squirms slightly. “Yes, daddy,” she says, voice rasping .

“Good girl,” I say, pressing on her nape and balancing her weight to help her lean over until her forehead is an inch over the floor. “Next time you forget, you’ll be punished. Understood?”

I hear her gulp. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good. You’ll be rewarded for listening.”

“Yes, daddy.”

I leave her there, struggling to keep still. In the dresser, I take out a dildo, a plug, and a bottle of lube. Tonight, we’re going to push limits. She has her safeword and she knows how to use it.

When I return, I kneel behind her. Her body shivers as I run my palm over her hip, stroking her curves. I set the items down, wet my fingers, and find her asshole.

She tightens. I think she’s going to protest. Then, she moans, and her muscles relax enough that I can dip the very tip of my finger in. That surprises me. I didn’t think Freya would be interested in anal, or I would have introduced it before tonight. But the longer I play with her ass, the more relaxed she gets.

I pour the lube over my fingers and stroke circles around her sensitive opening. With my other hand, I find her pussy. My cock throbs against my zipper. Her cunt is soft, soaked, and my fingers slip right in. She whimpers as I find her G-spot and start circling my finger, tapping gently.

“God,” she bursts out.

I pick up the plug and start working it over her asshole.

“Tell me how good it feels, little cumslut,” I pant.

She gasps, turning her head to the other side. Her dark eyes flash, dreamy with desire.

“It’s so good,” she moans, hips working.

“Tell me,” I order, voice going harsh. “What feels good?”

She whines. “Your fingers…feel so good in my pussy, daddy.”

“Ride back on them,” I say, panting from how badly I want to just take my cock out and sink into her. She’s soaked, slippery, and there’s a faint sweet scent that has me feral .

She obeys, fucking back onto my fingers. The plug slips into her ass, and she shudders. A little burst of wetness drips down my hand, like she squirted without coming.

That scent hits me like a ton of bricks. My spine tingles. My head goes blank. When we had that conversation about her cycle, I did some independent research. I found out a lot of interesting things.

And right now, I’m pretty damn sure she’s ovulating.

I pull my fingers out and put them in my mouth. My senses heighten. Her sweet taste spreads over my tongue, laced with something…some kind of feral signal I can read on a deeper level.

I want this.

God, I fucking need this.

Up until now, we’ve fucked and haphazardly tried to avoid pregnancy. Maybe that’s a stretch, but I’ve never tried to get her pregnant.

That changes tonight.

My blood pounds. Feral need surges through my veins, making me so hard, it aches. My cock needs to be inside her, to feel her give in under me. I’m breathing hard, my fingers still circling the plug in her asshole. I want to be in her ass, but I need to be in her pussy.

I slide my wet fingers up her back and wrap her braid around my fist. It stabilizes her so I can unzip my pants and unleash my cock. I groan, the relief enormous.

“You gonna be a good girl and take daddy’s cock?” I murmur.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Please.”

My eyes are glued to the plug glittering in her asshole. Below it, her pussy is soaked, swollen. Shifting my hips, I get closer. The flushed head of my cock touches her entrance.

God, she’s like heaven. Hot, tight, inviting.

She bucks, but I keep her pinned. She’s not going anywhere until this is done. I shift my hips in so she’s sitting in my lap instead of on her heels. My cock slides in quickly, until I’m seated inside. Her inner muscles pulse, gripping me.

“Daddy,” she gasps .

I tighten my fist in her hair, pressing her cheek to the floor. “Tell me what you feel,” I grit out, pumping my hips.

“I feel full,” she manages. “So tight.”

“Good?”

“Yes, daddy,” she says, voice broken.

I prop my free hand on the floor and start fucking deep. The smooth, roundness of her cervix touches the head of my cock as I do. I’m careful not to hurt her, but I don’t back down. She likes pain, likes being helpless. I fuck her hard, knowing she’s getting both.

My orgasm comes fast, tingling down my spine, erupting in my groin. I push my cock as deeply as I can into her, keeping the head on her cervix. Just the thought of getting her pregnant is enough to push me over the edge.

My vision blurs. I see a flash of her bent over in front of me. I see myself crouched over her like an animal.

This is my wife. The mother of my babies.

The other half of my heart.

Tonight is the first night of our lives together. After the attic, she knows what I feel. She knows what I’ll do to get her and keep her. My mask is off and so is hers. She might have been innocent when I met her, but I know she’s filthy enough to match my needs and then some.

We’re perfect together. Meant to be.

I come, pleasure making my vision flash. My hips pump in tiny movements, pushing my cum deeper as it spills into her body. I gasp, sweat trickling down my chest and falling onto her naked back.

“That’s good,” I murmur. “You’re taking it so well for me, sweetheart.”

She moans, the sound dreamy. I think she’s slipping into subspace. That’s perfect for what I want to do to her next.

Slowly, I drag my cock from her. “Stay where you are.”

She doesn’t move as I get to my feet and strip my clothes off. I glance at the mirror. My cock is still hard, stained with my cum and her arousal. It’s different, almost slick. I swipe my finger down my cock and lick it clean .

She tastes so good, I can’t do anything but grit my teeth so I don’t get down and eat our cum out of her. No, that needs to stay put. Instead, I go to the dresser and get an attachment and the chastity strap. She’s in the same position when I return.

Such a good fucking girl. I stroke her back and give her ass a little spank that makes her shiver.

I kneel behind her again. “Arch your back and spread your pussy for me.”

She obeys, showing me her swollen cunt. I take out the short dildo and slide it into the strap. The strap clips into the harness, the dildo filling the entrance of her pussy, keeping my cum plugged inside her. I snap the strap into place. Now, the only part of her available to me is her asshole.

I’m gonna use it tonight. And she’ll take it.

I lift her up, turning her around to face me. Her thighs wrap around my waist, her eyes enormous. I bend in, kissing her open mouth. She moans, her body limp and surrendered in my arms.

“What are you doing?” she gasps as we break apart.

I nuzzle her neck. “Making you mine.”