Eden’s POVThe echoes of the first claim were still vibrating through the mattress when the shadow shifted at the foot of the bed. I lay there, stretched and pulsing, my breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches. The scent of Daddy was heavy in the air and on my skin, a thick, musky reminder of the power that had just moved through me. My wrists throbbed against the cold steel of the cuffs, and my hip flexors burnt from the constant, forced tension of the leather restraints. I was a map of the Schmidt legacy, and the ink was still wet.Then, I heard a movement.Daniel stepped out of the semi-circle of naked men, his silhouette cutting a jagged line against the blue-tinted moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling glass. He didn't say a word. He walked toward the bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing it slowly that it made the veins on his forearm pop. It was massive, bulging with a dark, heavy heat, and already dripping pre-cum that glistened under the recessed LED ligh
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