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My fingers clutch at the covers and I moan with delight. He pulls out and I whimper for more. His fingers bruise my flesh and he thrusts again.

It feels fucking amazing.

I’m going to come too soon; I’m so worked up from his control over me, his words, his paddle… his finger. Him putting me in the window for all the Village to see. I rise on tiptoe, push my upper body further into the mattress, and press my ass back toward him, taking in every inch of him.

His grip on my hips is too tight. He’s in complete control. He pushes me forward, away from him. Then he brings me back, slamming me into his cock.

I scream his name. My pussy is throbbing and clenching. I’m pressing my face into the covers.

I’m going to come. Bright lights flash behind my tightly closed lids. Heat washes over me. I start to sweat, pant. He fucks me again, even harder. The tension builds. The walls of my pussy contract. I’m impossibly tight and he’s too big. It’s too much. I cry out as within me I feel an explosive burst. I’m trembling. I’m whimpering and weak.

He doesn’t stop.

My nipples are sore in the fabric of my bra, so tight from the orgasm. My pussy feels sore. My ass still throbbing. My bottom hole clenching at the memory of his earlier invasion. Sensation overwhelms me. I want to claw him off me, to make all the tension stop. I lie, submissive, crying out into the blankets.

And he’s just finding his rhythm. Back and forth. In and out. Harder than ever. It’s a punishing fuck, but a second wave begins to build in my core. Stronger than the first—stronger than anything I’ve felt. I’m whimpering, whining his name into my blanket.

He’s merciless.

I don’t think I can take it. I stretch up on tiptoe; I try to crawl away from him. He grabs my hips tighter. I’ll find bruises in the shapes of his fingertips tomorrow.

I want to cry. But there’s that wave again. Just building, building, building within me. I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I feel is his cock banging against my G-spot, pummeling it into ecstasy. My core tightens until I think I’ll implode.

My mind is panicked, electrified. He’s completely dominating me, going outside my comfort zone, and I’ve never felt an orgasm building like it is now.

Everything within me is wound as tightly as it will go. I feel the building climax through my breasts, my core, down in the bottom of my knotted stomach. He gives one final thrust. I begin to come in a burst of hot, white light. My eyes shoot open, my mouth hangs down, a soundless scream leaves me as I shudder repeatedly. I feel his cock pulsing, releasing his hot seed inside of me. It spills out, running down the inside of my thighs as I release the last remaining ounce of tension in my muscles. I lie trembling on the bed.

He falls beside me, giving my ass a slap.

I don’t even flinch. I’m spent.

I’ve never been this done in before.

His lips find mine. He kisses me and I kiss him back. I’m hungering for his love.

Tonight, he’s tapped into something deep within me. I’ve given myself to him fully for what feels like the first time. Now I feel as though I understand the beauty of submission.

I curl up against his chest and fall asleep to the sound of his soft murmurs; telling me how much he loves me, how beautiful I am. Calling me his baby, his baby girl.

I’m finally, truly home.

10

Carter

Bronson Bachman is the youngest head of family the Bachmans have ever known. He’s just that kind of guy. Probably came out of the womb, raising his dark brow and making the nurses hop-to. It runs in his blood—he’s a bloodline Bachman, descended from the first family.

In the eighteen hundreds, they formed an organized crime ring. Robbing the rich to feed the poor. Making a point to only take back what was already stolen. The core group grew, accepting hungry new recruits. As the brotherhood expanded, so did the secrecy, and the vigor of the requirements to join.

A grueling process.

Only the best of the best, toughest, and smartest make it through.

Our cunning minds and sharp wits make us excellent businessmen. That brings in the big bucks, and is what we used to initially purchase the land we built our Village in. We own all the buildings and businesses that surround the Village.

Basically, in land alone, we’re billionaires.

The buildings are windowless in the back, where they face the Village. Consumers have no idea what’s hiding in plain sight behind our shops. Each business has a secret exit in the back of a closet, or dark hallway, on the first floor that leads to a big black gate. You can drive right up to a gate and exit onto the New York City street. A passerby will think nothing of it—they and their families have been walking by our black gates for centuries. It’s just a part of the neighborhood’s charm. That gate leads to a second big black gate. Get past that one, and you’re in the Village.