“She’s not expecting you to propose at this couples shower, is she?” Grayson is irritated.
I know he hates it when Connor and Spencer joke about the cellar.
“Dude, you clearly weren’t raised in polite society. You can’t propose at someone else’s wedding event.” Spencer’s appalled.
“If she’s the kind of girl who blackmails her kidnapper for a boyfriend, she’s the type to steal her best friend’s thunder.” Finn raises his eyebrows. “Just saying.”
“I repeat, no, it’s not that kind of a party. And no, you don’t have to come.”
“If there’s a relationship-ruining proposal, I’m definitely going to be there.” Spencer rubs his hands together.
“You better confirm with her,” Finn tells me. “She seems like the type of delusional where she might have set this whole thing up for a ring.”
Dani’s waitingfor me when I get back, kneeling, half under my desk, her pussy spread open and ready for me.
The sick rush of pleasure almost makes me vomit when I see her.
I have a girl chained up in my penthouse, and no one knows. She’s mine—all mine—and I can do whatever I want with her.
And she’s going to like it.
She can’t lie down because of the toy between her legs. Her ass jiggles with the vibrations of it.
Seeing her there, her ass and pussy up in the air, all I can think of is how much I want to eat out that pussy.
My belt’s off, and I have a condom on. Then I’m behind her, spreading her thighs.
She moans loud against the gag in her mouth as I slide the dildo out then gives another long, loud moan when I bury my cock in her hot, tight pussy.
She’s so wet. Her pussy wants my cock. She takes all of me in her pussy, her ass wiggling against me as I shove that full length in her. Her huge tits bounce against the carpet as I pound into her.
I pull the gag out of her mouth. I want to hear those throaty gasps as she takes me deep in her tight pussy.
She likes it, likes it when I fuck her. Likes it even more when I stroke her clit, giving her the relief she’s been craving the past few hours when she’s had that toy up her pussy, making her nice and ready for my cock.
She’s coming too soon, shuddering in my hand while I jackhammer into her, drawing out the pleasure.
“You want me to fuck you again?” I smear my fingers on her lips, letting her suck them clean. “Have I ruined you yet?”
“I just… um, I can’t. Can you let me go?”
I grab her ass and squeeze.
“Didn’t you hear me?” I kiss her back, the dimples where her back caves in, too close to the split of her legs. “You’re mine.”
Her legs shake as I drip oil where I want my tongue.
“You can’t keep me here forever,” she whimpers as I crook my fingers inside of her.
“Not forever, but I could keep you here for… hmm… a few days at least.”
“What!” She almost sobs as I slide in a second finger. “You can’t.”
“Wrong.”
“Oh, wait, oh…” She shudders as I slide in a third finger, and she gives me a throaty moan as her body remembers how it felt to have me fuck her there. How it felt to have my cum explode inside of her. “That’s… Ohhh… That’sso good. Why is that so good?”
“You want me to keep you here. You want to be my prisoner. You want to be my little sex slave.”
