"I've neglected your other two holes," Dex mutters. "But we're going to have some fun now. I'm going to make you beg..."
"Yes, Master," I whisper as I feel him pressing his cock against my tight entrance. His firm hand wraps around my ponytail and he yanks my head back, making me look up and at him.
"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass," he drawls out, the words deliciously dark and ominous.
"Fuck my ass, Master." I lick my lips, crying out as he pushes his tip inside me. "Oh god, Master, please..."
"Beg to be an anal slut," he grunts.
"I want that." I'm rushing to get the words out, tripping over them in an effort to get what I want sooner. "I want to be your anal slut, Master, please..."
"A mouth toy," he growls in my ear. "Just your mouth and ass. You can forget about your cunt while you're pregnant. You're only going to get used this way."
"Master," I cry out in frustration.
He yanks on my hair harder and I cry out, the sound turning into a moan and making him smirk at me.
"Beg me." Dex looks like a dark god of vengeance, and I can't resist any longer. "Beg to be an anal slut... a mouth toy... beg for me to lock up your slutty little pussy."
"Please," I rasp. "Lock me up. Don't touch it."
"For the whole nine months?" he grins.
"Y-Yes." I swallow my fears down. "Yes, Master..."
He pushes his whole length inside me then. The pain is excruciating and delicious, and my mouth waters as he star
ts to fuck me. He's gentle but insistent, allowing my ass to stretch so I can fit him in me. He keeps a firm grip on my hair, making me look at him as he fucks me.
"Such a good toy," Dex mutters. "You're going to get used so hard... You'll regret it all."
"Never," I hiss.
"Never?" He laughs, pinching my nipples with one hand while the other wraps around my throat in a deathlock. My eyes roll back. He's cutting off my air supply, and yet I want to taunt him even more. "Never ever ever, toy?"
I try to say something but it comes out muffled because of the way he's holding me.
"Can't hear you, toy," he smirks, knowing full well he's the reason I can't speak properly. "Louder."
I repeat the word, but it's just a whimper now.
"Louder!"
"Never," I manage, and he kisses me, his hands going to my tits. My back arches as he twists my nipples, bruising me, hurting me - just the way I love it. I let out a cry as I feel him coming inside me, and as always, feeling him leak his creamy seed inside me makes me tremble with an orgasm, too.
"My toy," he breathes against my lips as he empties himself inside me. Our eyes connect and we look deep into each other's souls. It feels as if we're becoming one tonight, with the knowledge of another two babies on the way, and our Reign back home. Our family is finally full, and I'm happy.
But then I remember Reign's beautiful, handsome face. The hurt behind his eyes, the hint of cold darkness I had always sensed in Lily Anna.
As Dexter holds me in his arms and we lazily roll around in our bed, I try not to think about all the things that worry me about my handsome son.
He's just a little boy. It's too soon for him to be hurt by Lily Anna's actions. We got him back just in time. She couldn't have spoiled him in the six years she had him. He's pure, innocent. He's just a little boy. My worries are for nothing, and I need to get a grip.
But I remember Reign's eyes again, and a chill goes down my spine. The blue of his irises is like ice. And I'm not sure whether there's something sinister lurking beneath... Lily Anna's final attempt to ruin our little family.
She won't.
She can't.