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He pushes the head past my lips. The barbell is warm against my tongue, smooth and hard, and the taste of him fills my mouth. I moan around him. The vibrator is still going, and my body is already climbing toward another orgasm. Having his cock in my mouth only makes it come faster.

“Fuck.” His grip tightens on my throat. I breathe with short, shallow pulls through my nose. The lightheadedness makes every sensation sharper. “That’s it. Take Daddy’s cock, baby.”

He doesn’t go slow. He doesn’t teach me or walk me through it. He knows I’ve never done this before, but I’m letting instinct take over as I suck and work his dick with my tongue. He fucks my mouth with one hand on my throat and the other gripping my hair. I gag when he hits the back of my throat, and I haven’t even taken all of him. My eyes water, and I can’t do anything except sit here tied to this chair while he takes what he wants from my mouth.

The barbell drags against my tongue with every thrust. I’m gagging and my cheeks are wet and the vibrator is relentless against my clit. Another orgasm builds even though my body should have nothing left. I close my eyes as the intensity washes over me.

“Look at me.” His voice is rough.

I lift my gaze to meet his while he fucks my mouth. The look on his face almost makes me come right there. His jaw is clenched, his eyes are dark, and his hand on my throat tightens every time I gag. The screen has gone black behind him so the only sounds in the room are us.

He thrusts deeper, and I choke on his dick as tears spill down my cheeks. “This is what you wanted, baby.”

I moan around him, and the vibration makes his hips jerk. He fucks my mouth harder, reaching down and pulling on the chain of the nipple clamps. Another orgasm hits me so hard it turns the pain to pleasure as I scream around his cock.

“I’m going to teach you to swallow my entire dick. I’m going to fuck this pretty throat every goddamn day. Daddy can keep his little one on her fucking knees. Ryker will love what I teach you.”

My pussy clenches. The vibrator buzzes through the spasms, and my whole body locks against the ropes. I’m coming down from the last orgasm as my throat tightens around him. He groans like the sound was ripped out of his chest.

“Goddamnit.” He pulls out with his hand still on my throat. “Tongue out. Open wide.”

I extend my tongue, gasping for air, tears streaming down my face, body shaking. His hand strokes his cock fast and hard. He comes across my tongue with a groan that echoes off the walls. The cum spills over my lip and down my chin, and his hand squeezes my throat while he watches it happen.

“I want to paint your entire fucking body with my cum, baby. Lick it up. Get all of it.”

I close my mouth and swallow. I lick my lips. Chase what spilled to my chin with my tongue. He watches me while his thumb strokes the side of my throat.

He uses his phone to turn the vibrator off. The sudden silence makes me gasp, and my hips twitch from the loss. He reaches between my thighs and slides the toy out of me. It’s slick and glistening.

He holds it up to my mouth. “Clean it.”

I take it between my lips and lick my own taste off of it while he stands over me. His cum is still on my chin.

“Daddy’s dirty little girl.” He smirks at me. “Tied to a chair, covered in my cum, licking herself off a toy. And still soaking wet for more.”

He’s right. Even after all of that, I want more. I want him. I want whatever comes next.

Using the vibrator, he wipes the rest of his cum from my chin and cheeks and presses it back to my lips. “You missed some.”

I lick it like the whore I am. Once it’s clean, he lets go of my throat. He removes the clamps. The feeling of the blood rushing back makes me cry out, sharp and sudden. He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth. He sucks gently, his tongue warm and soft against the sting, and I sob because the tenderness after everything rough is the thing that actually breaks me. He moves to the other and does the same. By the time he pulls back, my face is wet with tears that have nothing to do with pain. I’m overwhelmed and exhausted and I want to crawl inside this man and live there.

He unties my wrists. Rubs the marks left by the rope with his thumbs. Then he does the same with my ankles. He picks the robe up and helps me stand, covering me with it.

His hand comes to my throat one more time. Gentle now. His thumb traces my pulse, and he tilts my face up and presses his lips against my forehead. He holds them there, and I feel his breath shake against my skin.

“You were perfect, little one.” His voice is soft. It doesn’t match the man who just fucked my face. “My good girl.”

He picks me up and carries me to the couch and sits with me in his lap. I curl into him and press my face against his neck. I can still taste his cum. I can feel the rope marks and the ache in my nipples. His hand is in my hair, and his heartbeat is under my cheek.

I’m supposed to marry his son. And instead I’m curled up in Rhett’s lap like the good little slut I am for him.

This man is dangerous. Not in the way the Ravens are dangerous, although he’s that too. He’s dangerous because he makes me want to give him every piece of myself, and I’m terrified there won’t be anything left when he’s done.

And I’d still give it all to him. Every last piece. I’ll crawl on the fucking floor and spread my legs and let him take whatever the fuck he wants from me. And then let Ryker do the same, if that’s what my Daddy wants me to do.

Fucked-up slut is still accurate.

Chapter Four