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My steps are confident and even as I follow her up the dark hall, sensing she is close. I step on something that crunches under my shoe, and her steps take off, yelps of pure panic and adrenaline sailing.

Goddamn—her panic. Arousal throbs through me like a fucking stubbed toe.

I rip my belt off, the sound of it slicing through the loop and lashing out cracks through the air.

I stop just shy of the bedroom, flanked by darkness. I casually lean down and slide my boots off, unbutton my jeans, drop them and my briefs to the floor.

Straightening, I follow her into her room.

I have to have her.

In only my mask, my cock thumping at my navel, I corner my Pup in her room. She is frantic, fumbling around the dresser in the dark, blind fingers searching the last place she saw her phone.

But it’s not there.

She starts to sob.

She knows.

I already have it.

Never said I play fair, but that’s not the point.

I snatch the nape of her neck and toss her to the bed, pin her to the mattress and lay my body over hers.

“Let me go!”

Goddamn.

“I’ll do anything.”

She thrashes around.

Feeling her soft flesh against my own draws precum from my balls. It smears her lower back as I grind against her, feeling a frenzy of need.

“Hush, Pup.” I reach around her body, between her legs, and swipe two fingers through her pussy, finding the hairless, plump flesh already dripping.

I groan. “Fuck. You do want this. It’s not an act for your followers. You can’t help yourself. Mmm. Feel that… Fuck. So smooth and wet.”

She shakes from head to toe.

A cry breaches the room—finally—her pride plummets, her insecure demons no longer prevailing. Instead, a lovely air of terror mixes with pure, abandoned lust.

“Are you going to kill me?” She gyrates beneath me—fuuuck. “After this? Are you going to kill me?”

“I don’t want to.” My voice lowers, my breath beating off the skin on her back, lifting her clean scent towards me. I play along her folds, dipping a finger in and out, too quick for her to latch on to. “So slippery. That’s a good girl. Keep dripping for me. Such a desperate little thing. Greedy for attention. From your followers, and from me.”

Meshed with her body, I make sure she feels every inch of me. No space between us; I couldn’t bear it now.

I push two fingers into her, and she freezes.

“Don’t,” I warn darkly. “Don’t do that. Don’t pretend. You know that you want to hold my fingers. Suck them in. I like to battle with these muscles.”

She sobs into the mattress.

“Wider for me. I don’t just shove my fingers into a woman, Pup. I work and explore, massage along each surface, stimulate every muscle.” Her legs widen. “Yes. Damn, your pussy is soft.”

I rub my erection through the seam of her arse cheeks while I study her insides.