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Alessia

Sergei stood up, pulling the leash taut, drawing me flush against him. He held my gaze for a long moment before leading me toward the stairs. Once we were inside the bedroom, I expected him to let go, but he didn’t. Instead, he wound the leash once around his hand. The same way he had wound the belt on the highway, in the rain, in front of forty stopped cars.

“Strip.”

My fingers went to the buttons of his shirt and slowly undid them. I let it slide from my shoulders, and it pooled on the floor at my feet. I stood before him, naked but for the collar and the leash that was still held tightly in his fist.

His gaze traveled over my body, not with lust, but with a possessiveness that was both terrifying and deeply calming. A shiver raced down my spine.

“On the bed,” he commanded. “On your hands and knees. Facing away.”

I obeyed, my heart hammering against my ribs. The cool sheets were a shock against my heated skin. I rested my head on my folded arms and watched him lay the leash down reverently on the bed. He moved to open the drawer of the nightstand. I heard the soft clink of a glass bottle and the sound of a cap unscrewing.

Then I felt the bed dip behind me.

His large, warm hands came to rest on my bottom, squeezing and kneading my flesh. He spread me open, exposing me completely. I felt a hot blush creep up my neck and spread across my face.

“Dadddddyyyy,” I whimpered, my face burning up with heat.

“Shh,” he murmured. “Daddy’s here.”

Then I felt the cool, slick touch of the lube. He drizzled it directly onto my bottom hole, and I couldn’t help the shudder that wracked my body. His finger traced the tight, puckered entrance, circling it slowly. He was teasing me, and I blushed even redder.

“What do you want, little pet?” he asked.

I buried my face in the sheets, my cheeks burning with a shame that was as intoxicating as it was humiliating.

“Daddy, don’t make me say it,” I whimpered.

He chuckled, a dark, triumphant sound that made my pussy clench. “Tell me, little pet. Unless you need the belt to remind you how to use your words.”

“It’s not that, Daddy,” I managed, my voice muffled by the sheets.

His finger stilled. “Then what is it, my pet?” he prompted, his voice laced with a knowing tenderness that was far more dangerous than any threat.

I took a shaky breath. “I need… I need you… there.”

“Here?” he asked, pressing his finger lightly against my tight entrance.

“Yes,” I gasped, my hips pushing back instinctively.

His fingers tightened on my hip, and his voice echoed with warning this time. “Say it, Alessia…”

“Please… I need your cock… in my bottom.”

A low growl of pure, masculine triumph rumbled in his chest. “Daddy’s cock is much bigger than the plug, little pet, but I think you know that.”

“I do know that,” I breathed nervously.

“Are you sure you’re ready for it?” he asked, though we both knew the answer.

“Yes, Daddy.” I bit my lip nervously.

His thumb came up to stroke my spine.

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely for what you need.”

I felt him move behind me, heard the whisper of fabric moving as he freed himself. He drizzled more lube over my bottom hole, and then I felt the tip of his cock press against the tight ring of muscle.