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S-S-S-S&MM

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I was pacing the fuckin floor.

blunt half-burnt in my hand, smoke curling around my head like a halo for a devil. My silk robe hung open, chest bare, muscles flexin’ with every tight breath. I looked at that front door like it owed me somethin’. Like maybe if I stared hard enough, she’d appear—drippin’ guilt and perfume.

She left.

Slid outta my bed like a thief, after I gave her every piece of me. Wrapped around me like she belonged, now gone like it ain’t mean shit.

Should’ve hunted her down. But I didn’t.

I just waited… smokin’, drinkin’, losin’ my mind in silence.

Then came the knock.

Soft. But it cracked somethin’ in me.

I moved to the door slow, heart poundin’ like a war drum. I already knew. My soul felt her before my eyes did.

I opened it.

There she was.

Hair wet, clingin’ to her cheeks. Trench coat tied tight like she was tryna hold herself together. But them eyes—those damn eyes—shinin’ like glass about to shatter.

“Can you make love to me?” she whispered, voice crackin’.

I didn’t say nothin’ at first.

Just stared.

Every cell in my body was screamin’. Rage. Desire. Relief. Pain. All of it floodin’ my chest.

My jaw clenched. My hands balled up.

“Come inside,” I growled.

She stepped in slow, trench swingin’ around her thighs. I pulled the door shut, locked it behind her. My blunt dropped to the floor.

“You left.” I said, voice low, deadly.

She opened her mouth to speak—but I snatched her lips with mine before she could.

Soft.

At first.

Like I missed her breath more than oxygen. Like her lips was made just for my mouth.

But then I grabbed her hair, tilted her head back, and kissed her like a starvin’ man. My tongue tasted her, deep and slow, and she whimpered into my mouth.

I untied her coat.

Nothing underneath.

No bra. No panties. Just skin—soft, shivering, and beggin’ for me.

My hand slapped her ass hard, and she gasped.

“You come here like this?” I whispered against her throat. “You know what happens now, right?”

She nodded.

“What?.”

“You… you punish me,” she breathed.

“Damn right.”

I backed her into the bedroom. Tied her wrists to the headboard with the same silk belt from my robe. Her legs were spread, her chest heavin’, her eyes locked on mine.

I spanked her.

Not just to hurt. But to remind her.

Each slap echoed through the room, her cries music to my ears. I watched her squirm, skin red from my palm, but her pussy get wetter every time.

Then I choked her. Not hard. Just enough to make her moan louder.

“Apologize,” I whispered.

“I-I’m sorry,” she gasped.

I smiled, dark and slow. “Me too.”

I slid inside her slow. Deep. Like I wanted her to feel every inch of pain and pleasure I’d been holdin’ back.

We moved together like sin and salvation.

I kissed her tears as they fell, licked them from her cheeks while she moaned my name.

I untied her, flipped her over, made her arch that back for me. I fucked her in every position I knew she loved—pullin’ her hair, suckin’ on her neck, my chain swingin’ while I drove into her like she was my only purpose.

Then I sat down in my chair and pulled her onto my lap.

“Ride me, baby,” I whispered. “Nice and slow.”

She whimpered, slid down on me, and moved slowly like she was teasing herself. My hands gripped her hips, guidin’ her rhythm, starin’ into her eyes like she was the only woman that ever mattered.

“If you ever leave me again,” I said low, “that’s it, I promise.”

She moaned louder, tears fallin’, body tremblin’.

I kissed her shoulder. Her jaw. Her lips. Her breasts.

Every part of her.

She cried my name as I filled her. Screamed it like it was a prayer and a confession. And when she collapsed against my chest, shakin’ and breathless, I held her tighter than ever.

She came back.

And that’s all I ever needed.

Forever.

Her body was still tremblin’ on top of me, chest pressed to mine, heart racin’ like it ain’t know how to slow down. But I wasn’t done. Nah.

I gripped her chin, made her look at me.

“You think I waited all this time just for a lil nut?”

She tried to speak, but I slapped her ass again, harder. The sting made her jolt, made her eyes water, and my dick twitched at the sight.

“Stand up,” I growled.

She did, legs shakin’. I grabbed her wrist, pulled her to the wall mirror across the room—the one I purposely put there so I could watch the filth we made.

I tied her wrists to the bedpost in front of it with my belt, spread her legs wide from behind, her bare body on full display.

“Look at yourself,” I said, pressin’ up behind her, dick hard and heavy between her cheeks. “Look what you did to me. What you came back for.”

She glanced at the mirror, lips parted, breath shallow. I rubbed her pussy, kissed it, then rubbed the head between her soaked lips.

“You see that? You see how wet you are for me?” I slapped my tip against her clit. She whimpered.

Then I spit in her mouth.

She gasped, but swallowed.

“Your a wet mess,” I smirked.

I slid inside her with one brutal stroke, deep and mean, makin’ her cry out, her eyes rollin’ back.

“Keep them eyes open. Look at us,” I snarled, reachin’ around to grip her throat again while I fucked her from behind. “Look at yourself while I fuck you.”

Every stroke was filth. The sounds we made—skin smackin’, moans, curses—it was straight pornographic.

“Say it,” I grunted in her ear. “Tell me who this pussy belong to.”

“You, Papa,” she cried. “It’s yours. All yours.”

“Damn right.”

I fucked her harder. Rougher. My grip bruisin’ her hips. My chain hittin’ her back. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, her eyes glued to the mirror, watchin’ me ruin her soul over and over again.

“Look at you. Cryin’ and takin’ this dick. That’s what you needed, huh? That’s why you came back?”

“Y-yes,” she whimpered. “Please, baby.”

I reached down, thumb rubbin’ her clit while I pounded into her from behind, grippin’ her throat tighter, feelin’ her lose every piece of herself.

“Don’t run from it,” I growled. “Take all of me. Take this dick. Take this love.”

She screamed—my name, her release, all of it collidin’ in one broken sound as she shattered beneath me.

And I wasn’t far behind. My own moan deep, guttural, as I exploded inside her with a growl, still holdin’ her tight, my name still echoing off her lips like a prayer.

This wasn’t just sex.

It was war.

And I won.

Again.