Easton finally pulls out, and his cum spills out of my mouth and on the floor. I sputter before turning to face Dex. He's smirking at me, and everyone else steps back, leaving just the two of us in the center of the room. I hear others starting to come, men cursing and grunting as they bring themselves to an orgasm. But I don't care about any of it. I'm solely focused on Dexter, who's driving himself inside me with punishing, deep thrusts.
"Come with me, toy," he demands. "On the count of three. One..."
I cry out loud, unsure how I'll get close enough so fast, when his finger suddenly finds my clit while he fucks me. I'm crying out for a different reason now, and Dex laughs out loud as he listens to my desperate pleas.
"Two."
I'm screaming at that point, so close to an orgasm my eyes are rolling back.
"Three." The word is nothing but a growl, and we come together the second it rolls off Dexter's tongue. He grabs my ass and doesn't let go, holding me on top of his cock, watching my pussy take his load as he brings me to a soul-changing orgasm with both his cock and his fingers.
It takes me a long moment to realize the moaning I'm hearing is mine. Dex's eyes never left mine, but for a moment, I was totally out of it, lost in a world of pleasure where only we existed.
He made me forget, I realize with a sharp pang to my chest. I forgot about Reign.
Not knowing whether I should be ashamed or grateful, I let out a sob. The audience begins to draw back, opening the space for us. Dexter embraces me, holding me on his lap, stroking my hair as I fight back tears. Whether they're happy or sad, I may not ever know.
"It's not over," he whispers in my ear. "Come on, toy."
He helps me off the bed and I kneel next to him, expectantly looking up into his eyes.
"You remember when you first came here, Pandora?" Dex speaks slowly, gently. It's so unlike him I knit my brows together in worry. "How wild you were? How much you resisted me, us? Do you remember how much you hated my nickname for you? How fucking upset you got when I called you toy?"
I nod wordlessly, my gaze glued to his.
"You're going to admit that's what you are," Dex finishes.
"I..." I glare at him. "I don't want to."
My heart picks up pace. I'm not a toy, and his words have pissed me off. I've fought this entire time I've been in Eden Falls. I'm going to keep fighting until I change this town. But Dex wants me to admit I'm nothing. Nothing but a plaything.
"We're not leaving until you do," Dex grits out. "I hope you like kneeling, because you're not getting up until you do, either."
My bottom lip wobbles as he kneels down next to me. He looks into my soul as he runs his fingers over my cheek.
"Is it really so hard?" he asks softly. "You just have to say the words. Admit it. And I'll be yours. You'll be mine. Forever."
This is his price, then.
Dexter's dominant side has won out. He wants me to admit his ownership of me here, in front of all these people.
I wouldn't do it for anybody else.
But for Dexter Booth, I'll do anything.
"I'm a toy," I whisper as he laughs in my face, triumphant. "Your toy, Master. Nothing but a toy."
"Go on," he demands. Somehow, the words seem easier now. They drip from my lips like honey. Sweet. Thick. Heavy.
"I'm Master's toy," I whisper. "I'll never be anything but a toy."
"My toy," Dex mutters proudly. There's a moment of silence as we stare into each other's eyes. There's no need for words anymore.
With a click of his fingers, Dexter signals the night is over. The men leave in hushed tones, slowly emptying the banquet hall. I wait, holding my breath until the door closes behind the last guest, and it's just Dexter, me and the overwhelming tension between us.
"Was that so hard?" he asks.
"Not for you," I whisper. "Are we still going through with the plan?"