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Dominic

Bottle anything up for too long,

it’s going to blow.

Submission slides over her, fuck-fogging her eyes and turning her pliable and soft under me. It slams my need to dominate into overdrive, and I don’t even think she knows what the fuck she’s doing. How every single way she moves provokes me.

Her needy little squirms.

How she pulls against my grip, then shudders when she can’t escape.

The way her body begs me to fuck.

Every time I get close, her body responds.

She parts her fucking legs, and her pulse goes fucking haywire.

Her damn nipples are always tight and begging for teeth.

She ripens with color and stares at my mouth and my hands and my cock, and the worst fucking part of it is, she isn’t doing a single part of it on purpose .

My balls are cramping with the need to fill her up. Demand drills through my cock with so much goddamned force my head feels light.

There’s only so many times I can fuck my fist to thoughts of her. I can’t spray the shower walls with the image of her presenting her cunt to me over battle maps again.

“Please, sir.” Her hot, shaky breaths pant over my face. “Take it.”

Take me.

“Safeword?”

“Bristlebrook,” she answers immediately, eagerly , and my need rides me.

I have her limits list from Jasper. I have her safeword.

I’m going to soak her in all the months of pent-up need I didn’t get to use her for.

“Rule number five, Eden,” I snap.

Rule five: When I ask for a hole to use, you better present one to me. Fast.

My impatience lends more heat to the order than I usually aim for, but my librarian doesn’t seem to mind.

Her lids flutter and her breath catches on a moan, and as soon as I release her wrists, she’s stripping off her shirt, then hiking up her nightdress.

Her breasts sway heavily under the silk, barely contained, and I grit my teeth.

That fucking nightdress she innocently turned up at my door in.

The other guys there or not, she’s lucky she didn’t get fucked over the couch.

I brace my hands against the door, leaning over her as she drags down her underwear, and my cock nearly punches through my jeans when I see the wet little cling before she tugs them away.

The small victories roar through me—clean shots, every one. She memorized my rules.

And they’re turning her into a helpless mess.

When her underwear is gone, she hesitates, glancing up at me, her silky nightdress still fluffed up around her waist. I can see her pussy like this.

But that isn’t what I asked to see.

I raise my brows again, wondering how far she’ll take this.

Another husky, whimpered sound escapes her as she looks up at me over those crooked, cute fucking glasses. The next sound is half a gasp, but she turns around in front of me and presses her cheek against the door, spreading her legs.

I look down as she arches her back, and her slender fingers slide over her ass... as she peels herself open. I step back so I can see it—her presenting herself to me. Her tight little ass and that sopping wet, lust-fucked cunt.

Two holes.

My little submissive likes to go beyond the call of duty.

No wonder she fits in with the rest of the guys.

I unzip my pants, tugging them down around my ass until I can pull my stiff cock free.

It’s wet already, scorching and beading over and over with my desperate fucking precum.

As I give myself a rough stroke, Eden’s fingers play nervously around the curve of her ass, slipping around in her mess, and I nearly come in my fist.

I’m not even going to be able to think until I fuck her at least twice.

“Rule three, pet,” I growl, and she tries to look at me over her shoulder, but I’m already kicking her legs wider with my booted foot, lining myself up with her pussy.

When my crown finds her hole, I punch inside an inch, and the blinding, wet heat clenches around me so tightly, I lose all rational thought. Wrapping an arm around her, I grasp Eden’s neck, yanking her upright so I can push her against the door as I bury my dick to the hilt inside her.

I groan into her prim little bun, feeling the shocked spasms of her cunt around me, and Eden cries out sharply.

Her cheek, her breasts are trapped where I have her flattened against the door.

The pulse at her throat begs for mercy against my hand.

Her whole sweet, delicate body is shaking under mine as I drive my hard cock between her wet legs again and again.

Her cries have desperate, moaning edges, and I squeeze the hand at her throat as I drag hot, grunting kisses over the side of her face.

When her glasses fall off her face, I bite her shoulder.

There’s nowhere for her to move. Nowhere for her to run.

It’s just her body begging me to fuck it again.

“Sir!” she gasps, sharp and high, and I feel her walls tightening, gripping me with dragging pressure that I punch through without a care, fucking her deep.

Deep enough that her wetness drips over my balls and soaks my pants.

I grunt a laugh in her ear, flexing the hand on her throat. “Come, little librarian. Come because I told you to.” I kiss the side of her mouth, licking into that wet too. “Give it to me.”

Tears fall from her eyes, and she comes with shuddering fucking recklessness, with my name on her screaming, perfect lips.

I control her squirming, pulsing body with easily caught hands, and the pressure of my dick fucking her up into the door.

My body is wider, heavier, and as I pin her where I want her, Eden begins to sob through her orgasm—a broken mix of “sir” and “Dom” and “please.”

Her spasms are a hot, milking drag, and I groan against her, my hips slapping against hers as my cock swells, encased in the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt. My librarian’s perfect satin pussy that’s taking my dick like it was made for me.

She was made for me.

The hot fist of pleasure at the base of my spine explodes through my system, and my orgasm rips through me with annihilating force, punching out of me in thick, violent spurts.

I feel myself flood her pretty cunt with my cum.

I feel her pussy fluttering around me like a thank you.

I feel pleasure drip through my veins with each pulse, spreading everywhere—through my gut and chest and down the backs of my legs and into the tips of my fingers still clamped around her neck.

Our shuddery pants mix, and Eden strokes my wrist with sweet, silent gratitude, and we stay there, enjoying the feeling until our cum begins to leak out around me.

Eden wasn’t made for me.

I thought I was made for battlerooms and barracks. For cold nights creeping through woods and hot days stalking over sand. I thought I was made for the Creed.

I wasn’t.

I was made for her.

“You’re perfect, Eden. You’re the most perfect fucking thing,” I say against her ear.

The way she melts back into me tangles thorns around my chest, and the pain that pierces me is better than any I’ve felt coming off an op. It’s heavy and sweet, puncturing something cold that’s been sitting in there for a long damn time.

“I love you, Dom,” she whispers... and it feels like she’s holding her breath.

Wanting to see her face, I pull back enough that I slip out of her, then turn her to face me. Color is high in her cheeks, and her eyes are a glowing, unholy blue.

And they’re filled with trepidation.

Those words have been sitting between us for a long time... but she finally said it.

“I love you too, Eden,” I tell her, just as softly, and her eyes get suddenly shiny.

She smiles, blinking. Then she blinks again, ducking her head. She banishes the tears, but that shy smile stays.

I stare at it, memorizing the curve and how the strands of her hair play around her face. Memorizing this perfect, quiet moment.

When she glances up, she hesitates, and I can see the moment she remembers my rules. She’s already broken rule four— don’t speak unless you’re moaning my fucking name, answering a question, or safeing out.

But I might make an exception for ‘I love you.’

“Spit it out, pet—but be respectful,” I advise her, and she shivers, nodding once.

Her nipples are still pushing against that damn nightdress, and my cock stirs lazily. It’s been too long. I need her too much.

“I just... wanted to say that I appreciate youhelping me, sir.” Her voice is breathy, a little tentative, but in a way that I can tell is getting her the hell off. She looks up at me between her lashes, and I need to bite down on my amusement.

The little shit is trying to seduce me.

It’s going to work, too.

“I know that you take on so much, sir. I know how much weight you carry, and I...” The color deepens in her cheeks.

It swirls over her delicate collarbone. “I want to help you with it, too. I want to make it better. If there’s any way I can.

.. serve you, sir, I... I want to. Please let me. ”

My hindbrain kicks back in hard, and I barely trap the raw fucking growl from escaping me at her words. My body reacts in rapid, deprived demand.

Of course my sweet little librarian wants to serve me. She’s been begging for it for months. She wants to make me feel good.

Her chest is lifting quickly, but I don’t think it’s out of nervousness at offering me another service fuck—like we didn’t both just come like an unpinned grenade. Like my cum isn’t staining her pretty dress and leaking down her thighs.

She wants to be my prize, my fuck doll, my medicine. She wants me to use her body in every way I want to use her.

I lean down and grip her mouth so I can deliver her a filthy fucking kiss.

She doesn’t move, taking it like a good, obedient girl.

“Then you better fucking serve me well, pet.”