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Emmy bound with her arms above her head, freshly pierced nipples blushing red as blood rolls down the sides of her breasts, a vibrator pressed up hard against her clit as she begs me to turn it off, head thrashing from side to side.

I turn away from the tableau in front of me, inhaling through my nose and holding it for four seconds. Holy fuck, just the thought of slipping one of my needles . . . Fuck. I have to stop thinking about shit that isn’t going to happen.

This is just one night.

We all agreed.

Her body will never be decorated with my marks. My metal will never be threaded through her skin.

She’ll never slate my bloodlust.

I’ll never be able to lock her in my dungeon, where no one can hear her scream.

Emmy will never be truly mine.

I only get her for tonight.

Only tonight.

Chapter 20

Emery

Hands caress my breasts and the heat that has built in my core is so close to exploding that I’m holding my breath. I have no idea who is fucking me right now; all I know is that it feels amazing. My nipple is pinched, and I gasp as heat flares, but there is something I’m supposed to remember . . . Oh, fuck.

I shake my head and try to pull away. “No, no, stop.”

Everything pauses, and I sob, the fire raging through me burning my veins.

So. Fucking. Close.

“Emmy? That’s not one of our safe words,” the voice behind me says, his cock buried so deeply inside of me, I’m sure the shape of my stomach changes with each thrust.

I shiver and try to get the words out through numb lips. “Was going to come.”

Fingers pinch at my nipple, and I gasp, clenching my thighs as a simultaneous zing shoots straight up my vagina. Then both hands are gone and I’m lowered until the upper half of my body is resting on Daddy’s legs again. His cock is only a couple inches from my face, and I desperately want it back in my mouth.

The cloth-covered thigh under my head shifts, the muscles going taut as Daddy shifts forward. He combs his fingers through my hair and tips my head back so that I look at him, even if the angle is straining my neck.

For some reason, I think he might enjoy the pain he is causing me.

He traces a finger down my cheek. “Thank you for telling us.”

I blink, my brain struggling to come online and participate when it would prefer to be in the floaty haziness of a minute ago. “Reward?”

Daddy smirks down at me. “Yes, baby, you’ll get your reward. We’ll tally them up, and at the end of the night, you’ll get everything our good girl deserves.”

My lashes flutter. Good girl. That’s what I want to be.

I haven’t ever been anyone’s good girl.

I’ve been filthy.

Slut.

Whore.

Bitch.