‘It’s been a very long month for Haytham, losing the control he has over every situation in the colonies. He finds me asleep in his chair. He has a way of waking me up when he needs physical intimacy, by kneading my inner thighs. I moan and squirm as I wake to him towering over me, nodding to his questioning gaze. Haytham groans at the wetness he finds when he slips his fingers inside my pussy, then lowering his head to bite at my neck and roughly driving two, then three fingers in quick strokes, hitting deep. Each time it draws a cry or moan from my mouth, earning filthy, wet praises against my neck. He hasn’t told me not to cum, though I try not to but now his strokes are hitting that spot every time and it makes me unfold with a loud cry and hips arching off the chair. Through the orgasmic haze, I can feel his snarl and he bites down hard on my shoulder as he pulls his cock free, slicking it up, pushing forward into my cunt, fucking me tortuously slow as punishment.’

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