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“Daddy.” I’m breathless. “Oh my god.”

“I’m the only god you worship, baby.” He pulls back slowly and pushes in again. “This ass is mine now, little one. And you’re going to serve your lord whenever I fucking want.”

“Yes.” I pull at the ropes because I want to touch him. I want to run my hands over the ink on his chest and cover the name that’s there, so I never have to think about him ever being this way with anyone else. “It’s yours. I’m yours. Fuck me, Daddy.”

He starts to move. Slow, deep thrusts that make me feel every inch of him. His hand slides between my legs and his fingers find my clit, circling it while he fucks my ass. The combination makes my body convulse on the bed. There’s nothing left except the sensation of him filling me and his fingers on my clit and his eyes locked onto mine.

From the way his body leans over mine, I can lean forward to press my lips against the name on his chest, letting him know I see it there. I feel his whole body tense above me. He pulls out and flips me over, crossing my tied hands as he positions me where he wants me with my ass in the air.

He pushes back inside me from behind, and the angle is deeper and harder and I moan into the pillow, trying to ignore the sting of what the woman must mean to him. His hand grips the back of my neck, pressing my face into the mattress, and his other hand finds my clit. I can’t see his face anymore. All I can do is take what he gives me.

He fucks me harder. His thrusts pick up speed and his fingers press harder on my clit and I’m pushing back against him, matching every stroke, chasing something that’s building so fast my body can’t keep up.

Rhett leans over my back, his beard scraping my neck as his lips find my ear. “Every goddamn inch of this body is mine to use. You understand that, right?” His hand moves from the back of my neck to my throat, gripping while he fucks my ass.

“Daddy.” I’m pulling at the ropes so hard the headboard slams against the wall. “I’m going to come. Please, Daddy. Please let me come.”

“Such a good girl, baby.” He growls it against my ear, his hand tightening on my throat, making it harder to breathe. “Come with my cock in your ass. Let me fucking feel it before I fill this tight hole.”

The orgasm rips through me from everywhere at once. My pussy clenches around nothing while my ass clenches around his cock. I moan so loud my voice breaks. My whole body locks against the ropes, and I come in waves that don’t stop while he fucks me through it. His fingers grind my clit until I’m sobbing and shaking.

He growls through his teeth and holds himself inside me. I feel his dick pulse, the heat of him filling my ass, and the groan that tears out of him is raw and wrecked against my neck. His hips press hard against me and he stays there, buried deep, his chest against my back and his heart slamming into my spine. His hand is still on my throat, loose now, his thumb stroking my pulse while we both try to breathe.

We stay there. Him inside me. His forehead against my shoulder. His chest pressed against my back, and all I want are his lips on mine.

He pulls out slowly and the emptiness makes me gasp. He reaches up and unties my wrists, pressing his lips against the rope marks. First one wrist, then the other. I roll over and grab his face when my hands are free, pulling him to me, pressing my forehead against his. I need to be close to him, and I don’t care how desperate that makes me look. I want him to kiss me so badly. That it would be a more intimate line than anything we’ve crossed so far.

He lets me hold him. For a second. Then he lifts me off the bed.

My body is done. I let my head fall against his chest as he carries me to the bathroom. My cheek presses against the ink and I know exactly where on his skin I’m resting. Right over the name.

He sets me on the edge of the tub and turns on the water, testing the temperature with his hand.

When the tub is full, he lifts me in. The hot water surrounds me and everything aches in the best way. My wrists, my jaw from the hours of warming his cock, my ass still holding the shape of him. I can still feel where the ropes bound me and where his hands gripped my thighs and where the barbell dragged against places I didn’t know existed.

Rhett sits on the edge of the tub. One hand trails through the water while his fingers brush my arm. He’s shirtless, and the ink on his body is right there. I can see every line, every shadow, and the name that I can’t stop thinking about.

“How do you feel, little one?”

“Like I’m yours.” The words come out before I can stop them, and I don’t take them back. “Every part of me is yours, Rhett.”

He leans closer and grips my throat, pulling me to him. He stares into my eyes for a few seconds, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. There’s something in his face I haven’t seen before. Not the dark, hungry look. Something deeper and sadder that makes my chest ache because it doesn’t belong on a man this powerful.

Then it’s gone.

He presses his lips against my forehead and releases me.

I should let it go. I should lie in this bath and shut my mouth and be grateful for whatever this is, because these have been the best days of my life.

But that’s just not who I am. And I can’t let it go.

“Who is Elise?”

His hand stills in the water. His whole body goes rigid, and for a second, I think he’s going to get up and leave. The temperature in the room drops and I can feel it in the water, in the air, in the space between us that just got wider.

“You must have loved her very much,” I say, because the silence is too heavy.

He doesn’t look at me. His jaw is set so tight I can see the muscle jumping, and his hand that was trailing through the water is now gripping the edge of the tub.