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I break, thrusting forward as I fill her ass full of cum.

“Do you feel my cum inside you, puppet?” I manage, breathing through each throb with gritted teeth.

She nods, delirious.

I lean into her face, nuzzling her nose. “Is it darkening your soul? Your good nature?”

She sobs as I run my tongue up her cheek and collect her tears.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you cry for me. You’ll be prettier when you’re dripping with my cum, though.”

“Please, Cain. I’m sorry, turn it off. Please,” she begs, her body shaking uncontrollably on her strings.

I tug out her ass, sitting back on my haunches as I look over her body. Her pussy is swollen, her ass rimmed in red where I hadn’t been gentle with her.

“Push it out, puppet.”

“W—What?” she cries.

“Push my cum out of your ass. I want to see my evil seed seeping from you.”

She seems mortified by the request, but I watch her listen like the best little puppet and work her muscles.

A stream of white leaves her ass and slides down toward the bed.

Leaning forward once more, I gather it with the head of my cock, slathering it all over my shaft before reaching up and dialing the clamp looser that holds her pussy lips open for me.

I remove the clamp and pull out the toy.

“God,” she breathes in relief. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, darling. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

I don’t let the words settle before I slide my cock inside her swollen, battered pussy and close my eyes against her mesmerizing cry of anguish.

“Good fucking girl, puppet. Now show your master how sorry you are. Milk my cock with your perfect cunt,” I groan, fucking into her, relentless and rough, despite all I’ve already done to her.

“Cain!”

This time, it wasn’t a plea. It was a shout of rapture.

Chapter 14

My body is beyond done with Cain’s torture, but even so, I’m going to come again. This time, around his thick cock. He’s pistoning into me like his life depends on it. It’s like he can’t get enough of me. His need and attraction for me is intoxicating.

I can’t breathe around it.

“My beautiful fuck doll,” Cain growls, cupping my face in his hands and dropping his knees open, grinding into me like the world is crumbling around us and we’re in a time crunch to finish.

What’s bothersome to my psyche and sanity is that if the world were tumbling down around us, this is where I’d want to be.

I don’t know how to reconcile this need for him without knowing who he is and what he does.

No, I doknow. I can’t.

“Get out of your head, and clamp that perfect pussy around my cock, or I’ll put the toy back in,” Cain says, pulling me from my dancing thoughts.

“Please, no,” I whimper, unable to say more than that with the way he’s fucking me.