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Chapter 13: No Exits, No Safe words

Author: Nanya Green
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-25 03:15:03

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••~~CORIAN~~••

I hate people touching my stuff. Golden rule.

Because when people touch your things, they leave prints. And prints leave memories.

I don’t do memories. Not after they’re gone.

Maddison Summers just broke my golden rule.

Again.

And this time, she’s going to learn.

I circled her, letting my eyes drag over every inch of her slippery body.

She tried to cover herself, arms wrapping her torso.

I stopped behind her, close enough to breathe her in, nearly brushing that bold little ass of hers. My voice roughened.

“Don’t hide from me, Maddison. I want to see you.”

Her arms dropped, shaky.

Droplets slid down her body.... neck, breasts, stomach.... further, lower. Gliding into that soft V between her thighs.

I snapped my fingers, Obsidian Grooming Vault opening. My hand wrapped around the ThermaTouch Gel.

“Palms.”

She raised them, nervous. I poured.

She tensed, biting her lip.

“Don't bite that lip,” I growled. She did.

“Good girl. Now rub it in. Every inch of you.”

She hesitated.

“Maddison…” My tone softened, coaxing. “Do it. I want to watch you.”

Her palms skimmed over her arms, her chest, her stomach. When she reached her thighs, she froze. A full-body tremble.

I stepped closer. “Every inch.”

Her fingers slid down, between her legs. Rubbed the heat in.

Her hips jerked. Eyes flicking to mine.

“Don’t miss a spot.”

Her hand lingered there. Her breathing rough.

I circled her again, my eyes locked on her reflection. “How do you feel?”

Her voice barely carried. “Hot.”

A dark sound rumbled out of me. “Good. Now touch yourself.”

She blinked, startled. “What? I’ve never... ”

I stilled. “You’ve never?”

She shook her head, embarrassed.

I cursed under my breath. Christ, Ms. Sinclair really sent me a goddamn angel.

“Okay, Maddison. Pretend it’s my hand.”

Her hand moved slow, sliding up toward her chest.

“Not there.” I caught her wrist, guided her down, finding her clit. My voice dipped. “There. Right fucking there.”

Her moan tore through me.

“Now… work it. The way I did last night. While I watch,"

Her eyes widened, but she obeyed.

I leaned back against the mirrored wall, arms folded, eyes glued to hers. The mirror behind her showed me everything.

“My pace. My time. Don’t stop till I say.”

Her fingers moved in shy, hesitant circles, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed. Like her body was learning itself for the first time.

“Too slow, Maddison,” I muttered, though my fingers dug into my knee, because fuck, seeing her like this was unraveling me.

She bit her lip. Picked up the pace.

“Eyes on me.”

She looked. Wrecking herself under my stare.

My cock screamed against my zipper.

“Faster, Maddison.”

She whimpered, cheeks flushed, eyes glossy.

“Corian!” My name ripped out of her.

For someone brand new to this, I knew I was pushing. But I couldn’t stop. Not when I needed her to understand what she did to me.

“You love breaking rules? Then feel what you do to me. Faster, Maddison.”

Tears welled up as her hand moved in messy circles, grinding the heel of her palm against her clit in slippery strokes.

Her moans grew louder, body trembling.

“Harder, Tiger.”

“Please!” she begged.

“You keep daring me, Maddison. Spilling my bottle. Sneaking around. Wearing my shirt in my kitchen like I belong to you.” My voice cracked. “God, you drive me insane.”

Her knees wobbled.

“Don’t fall,” I warned, but softer now. “Stay with me. I’ve got you.”

Her mouth opened in a broken cry.

“Don’t stop,” I bit out. “Not yet.”

She switched hands, desperate, her thighs shaking, hips rolling with need.

Her moans turned guttural, undone.

“Please, Corian, I can’t... ”

I was seconds from breaking too, but not before I wrung out every last sound from her lips.

“You can. You’re beautiful like this. Look at yourself.”

Her eyes flicked to the mirror, seeing herself come apart under her own hand.

She sobbed, her fingers still working. Soaked. Shaking. Ruined.

I caught her just before she collapsed. She clung to me, trembling, panting.

“You see it now?” I whispered against her hair. “What happens when you break my rules? You undo me, Maddison.”

She nodded, desperate, her body hot against mine.

I lowered her onto her back, spreading her wide so she could see herself in the mirror.

“It aches,” she whispered. “Please… I need you.”

She was pink. Swollen. Goddamn beautiful.

“You’re still sore from last night. I should wait.”

But her legs wrapped around me, nails digging into my back.

“Please. I need you.”

I cracked. “Fuck it.”

I aligned. Pressed in.

She cried out. Then moaned. Loud.

“Corian!”

Her muscles clamped around me.... wet, tight, hot.

“Christ, Maddison. You feel made for me.”

I drove into her, hard, deep, again and again.

Her cries tore out of her throat, turning into screams. Her orgasm exploded around me, clenching me so tight I thought I’d lose it right there.

“No one will ever make you feel like this but me..."

“Yes… yes, Master,” she sobbed.

I pulled back, watching myself stretch her open, and her reflection crumble.

“Corian, please...”

She clawed at me, begging, breaking. I rotated my hips, angled deeper, dragged another climax out of her.

"Greedy little thing,” I growled, snapping my hips. “How many times you gonna fall apart on me tonight?”

Her back arched, another moan breaking free. “Ohh... oh God... I’m gonna... Corian... I’m... I can’t...”

I slammed deeper, chest caging hers, her tits bouncing against me.

Her head thrashed against the pillow, sweat on her hairline, her voice breaking into small, helpless cries. “Corian... please... please...”

“Please what?” I demanded, my cock buried so deep she whimpered with every thrust.

Her eyes squeezed shut, words trembling out of her. “Please don’t stop… please don’t leave me... ”

“Come for me,” I rasped, sweat running down my temple. "Come on my cock. Right now.”

Her head tipped back, voice gone wild. "CO-RI-AN,"

“Say my name like that again,” I ordered, voice rough as gravel, “and I’ll never fucking pull out of you.”

"Corian.... ahh... oh God... oh Corian..." she moaned, almost sobbing, her body trembling beneath mine.

I fucked her deeper, harder, until I was buried to the hilt.

"Yeah, Tiger,"I gritted, teeth sinking into her neck as I drove harder. “You gonna come all over my cock again? Do it. Fucking do it.”

She let out a sharp cry... half scream, half moan... her nails digging deeper into my skin like she wanted to tear me apart and glue me inside her.

A guttural growl ripped from me as I bit her shoulder, marked her, spilled inside her.

She shook against me, tiny whimpers spilling from her lips, wrecked.

I think I’m getting addicted to my escort.

I dragged her jaw toward me, forcing her eyes open.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with you, Maddison?”

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