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Tomas just lowered his mouth to my pussy again, his tongue working on my swollen flesh as his fingers burrowed into the tiny hole, stretching me. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it did sting, and it was wildly uncomfortable and shockingly intimate.

“Daddy, please, nooooooo….” My long, drawn-out denial was accompanied by his fingers pushing in deep. I panted for breath for a very different reason now, feeling so much fuller than I had when he’d had his fingers in my pussy, like there was somehow less room in my body.

I whimpered, my bottom clenching, trying to push him out, but all that did was make his fingers feel even bigger in the tight space.

Worse, as his tongue went to work on my pussy, I could feel my desires rising again. I was so oversensitive, far too stimulated, and couldn’t fight against the stroking of his tongue and fingers.

And the more he stroked, the better it felt.

It was utterly wicked, totally perverse, and yet feeling his fingers in such a forbidden space was sending me reeling as much as the actual sensations of it. I sobbed as he drove me to a third climax, unable to fight the sensations, humiliated by how easily he played my body even as his fingers pillaged my backside. Tears slid down my temples and into my hair from the sheer intensity of my final, filthy orgasm.

Only then did Tomas rise up, fingers still in my bottom, to kneel between my limp thighs. He freed his monster cock and pumped it three times. Hot, white liquid erupted from the tip, spraying ropes of it across my exposed pussy and thighs. It felt like a claim of ownership.

With his free hand, he scooped some up and brought it to my mouth. I was too exhausted to fight. I opened my lips and took the cum-soaked digits between them, sucking him clean.

The next scoop he pushed up into my pussy, making me moan and quiver as both holes were filled with his fingers.

Only then did he remove the fingers from my ass, taking a final scoop of cum to shove into that tight hole. I whimpered as he filled it again, as much from the sensation as from wondering if this meant he was eventually going to want to put his monster cock there.

I would definitely need to escape before that.

I didn’t want his cock there.

A shiver went through me.

Did I?

“Go to sleep, little flower.” The soft murmur of his voice made me realize that my eyes had closed. I felt my nightgown being tugged down. The sheets were pulled up around me. He truly was tucking me in. “Daddy will be nearby if you need anything.”

I didn’t reply, because I couldn’t. My muscles had all gone lax as sleep didn’t creep over me; it came up and swallowed me whole.

Tomas

There.

I stood up, more than satisfied with what I saw.

She was far too tired to attempt any kind of escape tonight. Already her breathing had evened out, and I could tell she wasn’t faking.

Smug, I straightened my clothing, turned out the lights and went to the door. When I opened it, I wasn’t entirely surprised to find Gio on the other side, leaning on the wall across the hall. He raised his eyebrows at me.

“You’re lucky it was me out here instead of Aunt Serena, with all that noise you were making – well, that she was making,” he corrected himself. “But you were the one making her make those noises.”

I shrugged. “Can you watch the door for a minute?”

Gio inclined his head, watching me curiously.

I just needed to go to the bathroom to wash my hands.

I returned a few minutes later.

“Thanks.” I sat down in front of her door and then leaned sideways to lower myself onto the floor while Gio watched, dumbfounded.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure she doesn’t escape.” That was the responsibility that had been handed to me. It would be easier in bed with her, but I wasn’t brave enough to go against Aunt Serena’s sensibilities.

Gio sighed and walked away.