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“You’re mine Sadie. No one else gets to please you. No one else gets to hurt you. If anyone so much as touches you and you don’t like it, you tell me. I’ll deal with it. I don’t share. Understand?”

“Oh, god yes.” Her hips settled onto my cock and began working back and forth, rubbing her clit against me. Her walls were tightening, squeezing my cock until the point of a pleasurable pain.

I moved my finger in and out of her ass in the same rhythm she set.

“I’m going to …” Her cry filled the bathroom as her pussy and asshole clenched me tight.

My release was like a rocket, shooting up and exploding inside her. Our cries mingled and echoed back to us from the tile and stone.

She slowed and collapsed onto my chest. Her panting breaths tickled my shoulder. I eased my finger out of her ass and rubbed her cheeks again. I released my grip around her back and smoothed a hand down her hair. My cock was still blissfully embedded inside her.

“Good girl.”

“Mmm,” she purred.

“I have another reward for you, if you want it.” Shit. Even I could hear the sudden nervousness in my tone.

She snuggled in closer to me. “Yes.”

I schooled my voice so I didn’t sound like a bumbling fool. “Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?”

She pulled back and held my gaze. “But you’ve never wanted to sleep in the bed with me before.”

My heart stopped for a moment on the thought she would deny me.

“Well,” I cleared my throat, “I’m offering now. If you want to, if it’s something you’d be interested in, if it would please you, you can—”

She stopped my mouth with her lips before murmuring “yes.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sadie Lorenz

The next morning I had my pussy perched above his face at 9 a.m. on the dot. He had me crying out his name in only minutes. The way he touched me, licked me, it was as if he relished every last bit of me.

We even spoke over our actual breakfast, telling each other about classes, friends, even jobs. It was like we were normal – except for him owning me body and soul for a week. After we cleaned up the dishes and made out a little more, he had to return to the university to work for a few hours. He’d told me to be ready for him at 4 p.m.

This time, I was going to set a fucking timer and be kneeling naked by the front door just as he’d said. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the cane, though. The pain he’d inflicted pushed me to the breaking point, but the loving way he’d handled me afterward brought me back. Or maybe I did break after all and he’d put me back together by snuggling me into his arms and sleeping with me the whole night through.

He could be so tender at times, so harsh at others.

Our week was coming to an end. It was already half over. I felt relieved that my mother would never find out, but also wondered what I would do about Gray after that time. He would still be my stepbrother. I would still see him, have to interact with him. What would that be like after we’d spent a week like this?

Before he’d left for work, he’d handed me a familiar backpack and told me to “look the part” when he returned. I sank down onto the sofa and sipped my coffee before opening the pack. Inside I found a pair of my stripper heels, a club outfit, and my platinum wig. I smiled. He wanted a dance? I’d give him one he never forgot.

***

I heard a car door slam at 4 p.m. on the dot. I was already kneeling by the front door. I’d done as he’d said, donning my heels, g-string, red open cup bra, and flimsy top, as well as my wig. I wore heavy eyeliner, false lashes, and painted my lips a bright crimson. My club look.

He unlocked the door and strode in. When his eyes lighted on me, a smirk took over his face. Beautiful, almost cruel, and absolutely sexy.

“Do you want a dance, mister?” I looked at him through my lashes.

“Yes, please.” He ran a hand over the solidifying bulge in his pants and offered me his hand. I took it and stood.

He devoured my body with his eyes, leaving no curve or thread untouched from his perusal. He whistled as he walked in a circle around me. “I don’t know if I can afford a dance from a girl like you.”

I blushed and looked down. “How much you got?”

He stopped in front of me and dug his wallet from his pocket. He grabbed every bill he had and held them out to me.