A MAN LIKE CHRISTIAN GREY… (3)

HYACINTH“No one else touches what is mine.”His voice was laced with raw command. My eyes widened. The word mine had never belonged in any of our conversations before. My brows furrowed so high I was certain he could read every confused, shocked thought on my face.“I didn’t ask him to,” I whispered.“You didn’t stop him either.”His hand came up and wrapped around my throat, not tight enough to hurt, just firm enough to make my breath catch and my pulse hammer against his palm. I struggled for air, my breathing turning raspy and shallow.His other hand slid under my dress and went straight between my legs, owning me like I already belonged to him. His eyes sharpened the second his fingers reached my panties and felt the wetness soaking through the thin fabric.“You’re soaked,” he murmured. “Did it excite you? Having another man look at you like that while I sat right beside you?”“No, Sir,” I answered, my hands wrapping around his wrist as his fingers pressed lightly into the sides o

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HYACINTHThe room was red.Deep dark red. The walls, the soft lighting, the large bed in the centre with black silk sheets , all of it gave off the exact taboo fantasy-novel vibe I had touched myself to for years. I gasped out loud when I saw the things I had always secretly wanted.There were restraints attached to the headboard. A long table against one wall held items I only recognized from the movies I used to watch alone at night. Whips. Cuffs. A length of silk rope. A blindfold that looked softer than the one he had just removed. A small black box I was almost afraid to look at.My mouth went dry. My pussy clenched so hard it almost hurt. “This is where I bring the women who want what you want,” he said behind me. His voice was low. Controlled. Dangerous. “Are you still sure?”I turned to face him. My voice came out barely above a whisper.“Yes.” He said. Stepping closer.“Take off your clothes.”he growled.My hands were shaking as I unzipped my dress and let it fall. My bra ca

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HYACINTHWhen he finally let me cum, it ripped through me so hard my vision went white.I screamed. My whole body locked up in a vibrating, stomach-clenching wave of pleasure that left me floating somewhere high above the red room.My pussy juices spilled onto his tongue and the black silk sheets. He took every drop, licking and sucking like it satisfied a deep, dark craving he had been holding back for too long.He didn’t stop until I was twitching and oversensitive, desperately trying to close my thighs. He forced them back open with firm hands and gave me two more slow, deliberate licks just to watch my body jump and my hips jerk helplessly.Then he rose up over me, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked down at my completely wrecked face.“That’s one,” he said calmly. “You’re going to give me more.”He didn’t give me time to recover. He lined the thick head of his cock up with the entrance of my sore, throbbing pussy and pushed in with one long, deep thrust. He sank

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