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“There’s my good girl.” Nicholas kissed her neck, and he released her arms. “Come here.” He rolled her over but didn’t take the blindfold off. He was on top of her in the next second, bending over the bed, his fever-hot lips blazing a trail over her right breast, his hands roughly kneading her flesh, and finally—finally—she felt his heavy erection against her entrance. “Say it again,” he ordered. “Tell me who’s fucking you, Mia.”

“Y—you. Daddy.” She physically tensed, saying it just as his cock slid into her. Mia would’ve screamed, but Nicholas’s hand covered her mouth, her jaw, muffling her. And he kept thrusting, pounding her through a shockwave orgasm, and into another while she wailed into his iron-hard grip on her mouth.

“Daddy’s favorite toy,” he growled in her ear. His grip on her mouth lightened. “Say it. Say what you are.”

“God ... please...” But he was relentless. He wouldn’t give her what she needed until she begged. “I’m ... I’m d—daddy’s ... favorite toy.” The hand clamped back on her mouth, and his pace quickened, and he hauled her left leg up, until his cock hit something deep inside her that almost hurt. No, it hurts. God, it hurts ... More. I need more...

Mia choked back a scream and arced up, losing all control of herself. He let go of her mouth to grab her hips, dragging her back onto his cock as she thrashed, until she was sobbing his name, shaking, her body convulsing around him. For him.

The black, blindfolded world was silent, only the distant sounds of movement in the house indicating they were not abandoned by Creation. Nicholas hushed her as she tried to move her leg. “There we go. That’s it, angel.” Nicholas helped rearrange her leaden limbs but didn’t let her sit up. “Be still. I think you’re bleeding a little.”

“The .... crop?”

“No. I think I went a little hard when I claimed you. Or perhaps your menses are almost here.”

As if being splayed open, naked, soiled, and blindfolded wasn’t enough reason for embarrassment, Mia cringed as he stroked her thigh. She still wasn’t accustomed to Nicholas’s frank discussion of her cycle. “I ... I’m sorry...” She sniffled, only to have Nicholas hush her again and put his hand over her mouth.

“Stop that. I’ve deeply enjoyed having your blood on my cock before, Mia. And we already found out a little teasing helps your stomach aches—”

“Daddy.” She bit her lip just saying it. Into a black void. But he rewarded her with a warm chuckle. “It’s ... I’m going to faint if I have to say it all the time.”

“Not all the time.” He still had her caged, her legs hanging limply on either side of his hips, but Nicholas’s arms propped him up over her. “Though if you keep blushing this hard, I’m going to reconsider. My God, Mia. You’re so beautiful ... then you turn pink, and all I want to do is make you keep doing it.”

“Th—thank you? I think?” She cleared her throat. “But. Um. When do I...?”

“Whenever we’re alone. But if I ask you to say it, you have to say it. No matter where we’re at.” He got up, abandoning her. A moment later, she felt his hand and cool, soft linen between her legs, wiping up the mess. “And we are going to play this game in all the rooms that upset you most,” he added, placing a light kiss on her breast.

The blindfold fell away. She stared up at a heavy green canopy. No. Surely...

Mia jerked upright and turned to the west wall. A massive green marble fireplace sporting a pair of carved lions...

Her breath caught in her chest. Her heart stopped. “No. No—”

“No is right.” He caught her as she sat up, and his arms hard as iron bands, trapping her in place while she scrambled for freedom. “Mia. Stop. Stop! You’re going to make the welts worse.”

“The m—master...? H—he’ll ... F—father—”

“Is dead. This isn’t his room now.” Nicholas was gentle, but he wouldn’t let go. “Look around the room, Mia. Look, sweetheart.”

The room was the same as ever—dark green walls, a series of hunting-and-satyrs paintings she realized now had some very different connotations than she’d previously understood. And the fireplace. But there was also...

Nicholas’s trunks?

She blinked. And then realized the counterpane was a plain quilt they’d used as travel bedding.

“This is my room now, love,” he whispered. “And yours.”

Strange to think that as her husband set about tying her to the four bedposts to begin a very thorough lesson on sexual manners...

“This is probably exactly where I was conceived.”

The thought escaped her lips before she knew she’d spoken. Nicholas looked up from binding her left ankle, his expression bemused.

“All the more proof that you are exactly where you are meant to be.” He knelt between her splayed legs and rubbed his cock over her needy sex. “This is what you’re made for, mia dolcezza. Being debauched, seduced, and ruined.”

Mia’s fears had somehow melded into her desires, and she found herself nodding obediently. “A—am I ruined .... Daddy?” She tacked the title on belatedly, trying to rock her hips up and onto his erection. Nicholas only laughed and kept her unsatisfied.

“Not yet.” He flashed a wicked smile. “That’s tomorrow’s plan. I trust you won’t mind.”