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Insatiable A Dark Romance

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She loves every moment of it. She was made for a man, no, a beast like me. She was made to be held down and fucked long and hard, used for my pleasure. The cum is roiling in my balls, urgent with the need to be inside her. Must fuck. Must come. Nothing matters besides filling her tight, bare pussy with my semen.

Her pussy is puffy and red, slathered in my seed.

“Wow,” she pants. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to that.”

I breathe. I’m calm. For the next few hours at least, I can be rational.

* * *

Briarlee

When he first told me who he was and what he’d done, I was furious, and then I was guilty and now, well, now I’m just satisfied. Deeply satisfied in a way I’ve never been before. He doesn’t make love to me, or fuck me. He utterly consumes me. He makes my body obey his will. He makes my heart beat to his rhythm.

I’ve always loved Daniel in one way or another. Now I’m infatuated with him. We get up together, grab showers, get breakfast. This is starting to feel sweet and domestic. Until he opens his mouth again.

“I need to deal with you.”

“Me? Why? What have I done?”

“That guilt you carry around. It’s not healthy. I’m going to help you let it go.”

“Oh, yeah? How? You gonna sit me down and talk therapy me?”

He snorts. “I’m going to tie you up and whip your ass until you cry.”

He must see the look of shock on my face. “With your permission, of course.”

“You want me to tell you it’s okay to whip me?”

“I want you to tell me you want to feel fully forgiven. All the way to those toes that curl so fucking sexily every time I’m inside you. You need to be punished, Briarlee. And not for me. For you.”

Maybe he’s right. Maybe the reason I’ve been bumbling my way through life, never really achieving anything of any merit is because I didn’t think I deserved it. A shrink floated that idea past me once. I changed the subject.

This new, improved Daniel probably won’t let that trick work.

I feel my face flushing with embarrassed heat. In all the time we’ve known each other since the accident, he’s never so much as mentioned that I deserve punishment—but I’ve always known I do. How long has he known what I craved?

He comes over to me, stands me up with him, and tips my chin up so I meet his eyes. “It’s what you want, isn’t it, Briarlee. More than that, it’s what you need.”

I give the smallest of nods, barely perceptible. But he sees it. Daniel knows me better than any other person on this planet. He knows what I want, what I need. He knows what I think. He knows what I dream, and somehow, all that knowing makes it worse. If he knows what I need, and he plans to give it to me… even thinking about it makes me shiver where I stand. I’ve been a very bad girl.

I avoid his gaze, and in doing so, find myself distracted by his shirtless torso. His muscles ripple powerfully beneath his skin in a way I’ve only seen on men in movies, and I’m pretty sure they were CGI. But he’s real. Every day, it seems like he gets a little taller, a little broader, a little more muscled. He’s transforming before my eyes.

He says he’s got a whole lot more to take before he’s done with the treatment, so this isn’t even his final form. What will he be like when he’s done? And what will he do to me along the way? Even trying to think about it makes me quiver.

“Briarlee…” He growls my name and brings my attention back to him and what he’s saying. Wait. What was he saying?’

“Hm?”

“You need to be punished like a bad girl, so you can feel like a good girl. Don’t you.”

I squirm. He makes me feel so small. He makes me feel as though he can see right through me. Maybe he can. He’s smart enough to take me apart mentally, and he’s known me for long enough to have an instinctive understanding. Like I thought I had of him, except I didn’t, because I never really paid half as much attention to him as I did to myself.

“Tell me, Briarlee.”

“I mean, I don’t know.”

“You were crying last night,” he reminds me. “You said I was too good for you. You said you didn’t deserve this. Or me.”

“Well, uhm…”

I don’t know what to expect from him. He’s different after he comes. Much less aggressive, but still utterly ultra-masculine.

“You want me to let you get away with everything?” His voice is low and gravelly. It makes my heart skip a beat.



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