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She slowly drops to her knees in front of me.

Blood rushes to my cock as I stare at the woman I love, bathed in the ethereal moonlight streaming in from the windows. She looks so beautiful in her purple leotard and skirt, her luscious raven hair flowing over her shoulders. Tears pool in her eyes and streak across her face, but she’s still the utterly breathtaking vixen I met at ABTC, the minx who socked me across the face.

When Grace called me in a panic, telling me a disturbing photo of Taylor, naked and in distress, appeared on her phone, and she ran off in the middle of the baby shower, I about lost my mind. Luckily, Lana quickly tailed Taylor and saw her entering ABTC.

Maxwell rushed over to the ladies’ lounge while I beelined here. On the way over, I called Elias, insisting on an update of his investigation because if Ian was behind all of this, I wouldn’t rule out strangling him. Elias had someone hack into Taylor’s phone to get the text and quickly do a trace to a burner phone located outside of the US, and so it doesn’t appear my uncle was behind this.

After I arrived at ABTC, I rushed in, opened doors, and checked rooms until I bumped into Lisa, who told me Tay liked to dance in the rooftop studio alone. When I yanked the glass door open and saw her dancing under the moonlight, my heart shattered.

Pain, anguish, terror, and heartbreak flitted across her face like a slideshow. She was out of control, a broken wind up doll who couldn’t stop.

Spiraling into madness.

And now, she’s on her knees in front of me, looking at me like I’m her last resort.

Holding her gaze, I quickly discard my pants before striding toward her. Her haunted eyes widen and that enticing pulse flutters wildly in her neck.

Am I making the right choice?

It goes against what a proper Dom should do—to do this when a sub is so distraught. She isn’t level-headed right now. But then I think about how I found her—mad with grief and hurting herself—I know this is the right choice.

I need her mind to shut down, to succumb to forces greater than her, to let me control every aspect of her so she can rest and just feel.

Stopping a few inches in front of her, I rasp, “Take out my cock.”

Tay shudders and licks her lips. The sight of that pretty pink tongue hardens my cock even more. I can’t wait to feel her around me. Her hands tremble as she pulls down my boxer briefs. I kick them out of the way. My dick is throbbing, dripping at the tip as she holds it in her hands before slowly pumping it.

Biting back a groan, I utter, “Suck it, minx. Put it down your throat. If I see any visible inches, you’ll get a spanking later.”

She whimpers and puts my cock in her mouth, and I groan when she sucks me in, her tongue lapping and swirling at me as she struggles to put all my inches inside her.

White hot pleasure burns through me when the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat. She attempts to swallow me down her throat. Tears overflow and wet her cheeks, her free hand playing with my heavy balls, sending more blistering sensations throughout my body.

Growling, I coil my hand around her hair and pull so she’s staring up at me. “Look at my personal slut sucking my cock in like a champ. You like it, huh? Are you greedy for my cum?”

She nods, her teary eyes widening as a familiar glaze appears in them. Lust. Attraction. Love.

“Too bad, you still have three inches you can’t swallow.” I grunt when her teeth make an appearance. She bites and I hiss before pulling her hair sharply. “That’ll earn you a few more slaps.”

Whimpering, she slides her hand between her legs and I quickly snap her face toward me, jamming the last three inches down her throat. “I didn’t say you can touch yourself.”

Taylor gags as I thrust in once into her tight channel and I nearly come at the way her throat welcomes me in its warmth. Pulling out, I growl, “Give me a color.”

“G-Green,” she pants out, reaching for my cock again.

“My fucking insatiable girl.” I grip her head again and slam my hips toward her again, my eyes rolling back as sharp currents of pleasure shoot through me. The control I wear outside of BDSM is slipping fast as I lose myself in the sensations of her talented mouth working me like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted.

She gags as I thrust into her again and again, gathering speed, the pressure quickly rising from the base of my spine to my balls before rushing up my cock. Tears slide over her face as drool drips from her mouth, but her eyes are hazy—the way she usually is in the throes of sex with me.

She isn’t thinking now. I’m getting her out of her mind.

My legs tremble, her tongue working harder around my cock, swiping, swirling as I slam her repeatedly on me. My mind darkens, but I tell her, “Pinch me if it’s too much.”

More saliva drips out of her as she shakes her head and bobs faster to the rhythm of my pistoning.

“Fuck! You’ll be the death of me, my little cum slut. You’re such a good girl, kneeling before me, taking your Sir’s cock like you were born to do that. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter as the sharp frissons of pleasure coalesce into a singular beam of nirvana.

My muscles tense, my cock lengthening and twitching. “I’ll give you my fucking cum, my naughty ballerina.”

Pulling out as the first ropes of cum shoot out of me, I spray the rest of my cum on her face and neck. I tug my cock, the obliterating pleasure making the floor sway from under my feet. Taylor whimpers, and as the dots fade from my vision, I see her rubbing her clit over her tights, her tongue swiping out and licking the cum off her lips.

The feral minx.

My cock twitches when I take in the rest of her, my cum streaking across her cheeks, dripping down her neck, joining her tears and saliva.

She’s fucking perfect.

Hauling her up, I grab her nape and slam my lips on top of hers, tasting a bit of me mixed with everything that’s her, and that’s enough to cause my cock to resurrect and harden, ready for another round.

“You make me insatiable, Tay, fucking insatiable,” I rasp before swiping my tongue inside her, tangling, dueling, overpowering her mouth in the way my own inner beast craves.

She tastes so sweet, so addictive, so intoxicatingly mine.

Taylor mewls, her body softening, legs giving out underneath her as she submits to me, so perfectly like I knew she would, and I hoist her up and prop her against the bar by the mirrored wall.

Keeping my eye on her, I whisper, “Look at me. It’s me doing this.”

Yanking her legs apart, I gather her leotard at the neck and rip it, baring her creamy tits to the night air. Her tits jiggle from the movement, her hard nipples pebbling like eraser buds, and I feel myself leaking again.

I slap her breast. Hard. She screams.

“I seem to recall someone deserves a punishment for not taking all my inches in earlier.”

I watch in fascination, a red flush appearing where I slapped her. Quickly, I smack her two more times in quick succession, her body twitching at each impact as she cries out some more, new tears sliding down her face.

“Give me a color.”

Her eyes snap open, her lips tremble before she says, “Green. Fucking green.”

Madness burns through my veins as I deliver slap after slap on her heaving tits, watching as her skin beads with sweat, pinkening under my torture. I pinch those hard nipples taunting me, then take one in, suckling it before biting it…hard.

“Charles!” she shrieks, her body bowing back. She clutches my shoulder for dear life.

“Color.”

“Green, oh fuck yes!” She thrashes before me as I switch breasts and pinch her other nipple.

Blood roars in my ears. My throbbing cock curls tightly around my stomach as cum leaks out all over, dripping down the length.

I pull back and look at her, finding her body twitching, her hands limp at her sides, her mouth dropping open. Her long legs splayed wide, so she’s almost sitting on top of the bar in splits.

Her tights are soaked between her legs, the wet spot beckoning me to tend to it next.

Leaning down, I listen to her harried gasps of air, and I lick up from her neck to her ear before whispering, “Look at you, my dirty little slut is leaking all over her clothes. Do you need to come, my darling minx?”

She nods eagerly, her hands running up my body, her nails scraping over my muscles.

“What are you thinking of right now?” I whisper before sucking on my favorite part of her neck, where her pulse batters against her skin.

Taylor whimpers, her tits arching up, head dropping back and hitting the mirror behind her as I suckle that tender area, nipping her the way she likes.

“Answer me.”

Rapid breaths flutter past her lips and she rasps, “N-Nothing. Only you. Oh fuck, Charles.”

I deliver a hard slap on her pussy, and she screeches and twitches. “Try again.”

“S-Sir,” she moans and I rub her piercing through her panties. Fuck, she’s completely soaked through.

“Color?”

“Green. Always green with you.” She grabs my face, forcing me to look at her. “Because you make me feel safe.”

Raw possession buries me in a landslide, and I slam my mouth against hers, swallowing her moans, her cries, her words of love and trust.

I don’t deserve her, but I’m a selfish man who’ll take anything she’ll give me.

My hands travel down her body, squeezing her heavy tits, scraping her smooth belly before landing between her legs.

“I need to get to your pretty pussy, okay?” I murmur, the remnants of logic in my mind remembering the trauma she went through.

Taylor whimpers and nods. She clutches me tighter.

With a rough yank, I tear the seam of the tights, the sound of it ripping fanning the inferno in my veins. Quickly, I tear off her lacy panties before throwing them to the ground.

My mind mad with lust and love, I step back, needing to admire my masterpiece.

Taylor looks shell-shocked, her face still wet with tears, sweat, and cum, her luscious hair tangled and sticking to her pale skin like artwork. Her tits are trembling, shaking with each breath, the moonlight rippling across her body, highlighting the scratches, bite marks, the pinkened areas where I slapped her earlier. Her leotard hangs loosely at her sides, tattered and torn.

My minx’s legs are parted, her tights still fully intact except for the large hole ripped between her legs, which bares her beautiful plump pussy lips slick with juices, the little barbell glinting under the moonlight.

She looks depraved, debauched, and one hundred fucking percent mine.

Fisting my cock, which is thickening and lengthening by the second, I watch her eyes pinned on my movements, her pupils large and dark, that damn tongue sneaking out again, like she’s imagining my taste.

“Are you on the pill?” I ask, suddenly remembering I don’t have a condom with me. “I don’t have protection. I’m tested and clear.”

Taylor startles as she registers my question, and tears her gaze away from my cock. She nods. “I’ve always been on it ever since that night.”

“I’m going to fuck you raw. Is that okay?” My dick pulses in my hand, eager at the idea of entering her with nothing between us. “I’ve never been with anyone without protection before,” I add, watching her soften.

She swallows and nods. “Yes.”

A fresh wave of possessiveness slams through me and I prowl toward her, my lips twitching before my teeth make an appearance. The chains of control running my everyday life snap and fall to my feet with each step I take toward her, the woman who consumes me so completely, I don’t know how to live life without her.

Bending down, I push her legs wider, so she’s balanced precariously on the bar, then I swoop in and taste her juices.

Taylor screams, her body shaking as I hold her hips so she doesn’t fall over. My tongue laves the piercing before swirling over her clit. I lick all of her sweet nectar, then thrust my tongue into her sopping entrance.

“Fuck!” She grabs my hair and pulls, the pain adding to the maddening lust taking over my body.

“My perfect, beautiful ballerina is now my dirty cum slut made for me, to be used by me, to be pleasured by me.” I bite her clit quickly and she cries, her body thrashing, thumping against the mirror behind her, her orgasm taking her over. A fresh torrent of wetness comes flooding out, drenching my face and I lick at it, swallowing, going back for more, because I’m addicted to her.

I swipe my hand over my damp hair before I climb back up her body and bend over her. Lining my dripping cock between her legs, I swipe the tip around her piercing before dragging it over her clit, then notching the tip right at her entrance.

My muscles clench, poised to detonate and power into her, a desperation I’ve never felt before. My hand slides up her slick body to coil around her throat before I give it a soft squeeze.

“Color?” I rasp.

Her mouth parts, her gaze drunk with pleasure as she tips her face up and stares at me. “Green,” she whispers.

Growling, I tighten my clasp around her neck and slam into her. I swallow her scream with another soulful kiss.

Fire spreads rapidly inside me, my nerve endings raw as I piston into her. Her walls clench my cock so tightly, I feel like I might come at any second. It has never been this intense before, being without barriers inside her, feeling every single sensation and reaction from her pulsing pussy. Relaxing my hand slightly, I let her heave in a few deep gulps of air as bolts of electricity batter my veins.

Dipping my forehead against hers, her fluttery breaths caress my face as the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other echo in the room.

I’m on fire, every part of me clamoring to be closer, to be part of this woman before me, so our atoms enmesh and we become one.

Taylor’s legs shake against the bar, her stomach tensing, her arms spasming as she arches back. I chase her movement, kissing her one more time before tightening my hand around her throat, not enough to cut off her oxygen, but enough to make things a little bit more difficult for her.

She thrashes against me, her nails raking over my forearms.

“You can pinch me and I’ll stop, because you have all the power,” I whisper, watching her eyes widen. “ You are in control.”

Tears fall down her face as she shakes her head, her mouth dropping open, her eyes rolling back as her limbs stiffen.

“You listen to me, Taylor Peyton-Anderson.” I grunt, fighting with everything in me to stave off the orgasm threatening to erupt at any second. “You’re a fighter, a warrior, and the world bows down to you. I fucking kneel at your feet. You’re always the most breathtakingly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I love you so damn much.”

I release her throat and pinch her clit before pulling her piercing to the point of pain and she shrieks, her lungs drawing in much needed air. A gush of liquid spurts out of her as her pussy clamps tightly around me before pulsing wildly and I fall into ecstasy with her.

Black dots blind my vision, and fire burns up my body. Unending streams of cum unload inside her, my mind flooded with so much pleasure, I don’t even know how to form words. Instead, I kiss her. Again and again, telling her my love won’t change, no matter what the world throws at us.

Telling her she isn’t alone anymore.

My cock stills inside her, pulsing from aftershocks as her inner muscles flutter around me, I slowly come down from my high. Pressing a soft kiss on her swollen lips, I graze her wet cheeks with my fingers, wiping away her tears and my cum. Taylor is quivering against me, her body pliant, her face against my chest, her arms looping around my back and clasping me against her.

“I love you so much, Charles Vaughn.” Her words come out in a soft whisper.

I still, my heart seizing. She has never told me the words in person, even though I’ve felt them from every look, touch, and smile from her.

Gently, I swipe her wet hair from her face and tilt it up, so I can stare at those beautiful gray eyes, the darkness nowhere to be seen.

“I love you, your thorns, your dark feathers. Don’t you ever change.”

She hiccups, her nostrils flaring.

“We will get through this together, no matter what happens,” I promise.

She doles out a wobbly smile and nods. The fierce glint is back in her eyes. She pulls my head to her and puts her lips against my ear.

“Yes. We’ll get those bastards together. They can’t hurt me anymore.”