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Chapter 88: Show Me You Can Be A Good Girl Chapter 88: Show Me You Can Be A Good Girl Kingston

My balls felt heavy and tight, ready to spill at any moment and I held it back, not wanting this to end too quickly. No matter how much I wanted to give in to the pleasure, I couldn't and wouldn't stop, I could keep it going for ages if I felt like it. I had that much control over my body. The bed creaked from the brutal way I was f***g her. Even if she complained, I also knew a part of her loved it like this. My balls soaked with her juices was evidence enough. Her walls fluttered around me with the need to o***m and I knew she was close. Sliding one hand around her stomach and down, I found her ***t and pinched it hard. She yelled out at the fresh pain and her body tensed for a second as she breathed through it. "You are not allowed to c***m." I whispered darkly.

"If

"If you behave then you will have a second chance in the morning."

"B..but I need to c**m, daddy." She whimpered breathlessly.

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sob escaped her lips and another followed soon after. I smacked her hard on the *a**

"What you need is to follow my orders." I said, not letting myself be affected by the desperation in her voice.

I don't pity, she should have thought of this before she went and ignored my command for her to cover up at work. Leaning over her, I whispered into her ear. Show me you I can be a good girl."

Chasing my own o***sm, I wrecked her p**y as I slammed Inside. I could have never dreamt that anything would feel this good, being inside her was like a taste of heaven itself and goodness knew I could use a little bit of heaven after years of living in hell. Before Angelia, I had been in limbo, not feeling the worst the world could bring but not feeling the good either. She made me feel a lot of things like frustration, irritation, disbelief, pleasure, excitement, discomfort and exasperation. As much as I hated to admit it, it was a lot better than feeling nothing but anger. My thrust grew jerky as pleasure took over me, I washed her inside with my sperm and I continued to rock into her until I had spill the last ***ng drop of my release. Carefully pulling out of her, I took in the sight of her red and swollen *** with interest. Her c***t was unrecognizable from what it had looked like earlier, her essence mixed with mine ran down her 1/4 Chapter 88: Show Me You Can Be A Good Girl

legs and I followed the trail with my eyes. It was almost hypnotically. Helping her up in a sitting position, I started to untie her and that went much quicker than tying her did.

She struggled to keep herself up and as soon as the rope was off her, she slumped back to bed. I had definitely worn her out, she didn't even move as I took her in my arms and carried her to her bedroom. I left her laying on her bed to collect a few things and she had almost fallen asleep by the time I got back with a warm, wet towel and water with electrolytes. I dried her p**y gently with the towel, taking care of the mess I had made between her legs. "She should drink before you go to sleep." I muttered.

She opened her eyes, they were red from tears spilled, though they were completely dry now and she looked absolutely exhausted. I helped her with the bottle and made her drink at least half before she laid back down. Aftercare was an essential part of bdsm. While I struggled with the intimacy of this kind, I didn't let it show as I collected her in my arms and stroked her arms until her breath evened out. Laying by her side while she was out cold, I couldn't help but look at her. Her face was slack and serene with makeup half washed away by sweat and tears. I should have remembered to clean her face with a wipe but I didn't want to risk waking her to do so now. I snuck out of of the room when I was sure she was fast asleep. Angelia POV.

My heart ached as I felt Kingston get out of the bed, the warmth he had provided vanished with him, leaving me alone in the bed. My body had been too attuned to him, too desperate for him to not notice when he went away. I had hoped he would come back, I was waiting for him to but he didn't. Instead, I was left with a feeling of emptiness and a heart that hurt.

What we had just shared, the moment between us filled with pleasure and pain had been special. T knew it had been, I loved the way he had manhandled me but also the way he had withheld my o*m. M**y ***it still ached from the withheld o**m and my p*** f***t from the serous stretch and forceful thrusts. He had really gone on and done it, he had ruined me and now he was gone as well, making me feel like little more than a s*** toy for him to use. What had I done wrong?

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The shinning through the window stirred me awake but not a single cell in my body wanted to get up. The second I woke up, I remembered every part of last night, most notably what happened. after my session with Kingston. The hurt I had felt came rushing back and I threw the blanket over my head as if I was hiding from my own torment. I didn't want to see him, I didn't want to know why I wasn't enough for him to want to stay. Was that too much to ask for? For him to hold me through the night after he had punished me? Insecurities I had been struggling with all my life and were now back in full force. The improvements I had experienced with Riccardo and Marshall took a significant step back, my overactive brain was hard at work, trying to pin this all on me like I was the one at fault. Furious for even thinking of it, I finally got out of bed. He was the one at fault and not me, if he was going to sneak out in the middle of the night, leaving me hurt and confused, he could very well explain to me why. My clothes were nowhere to be seen which wasn't surprising since I had undressed in the playroom. I looked around the room and saw a third door, I opened it and walked in. I looked inside and sure enough, it was a walk-in closet.

The whole space was filled with women's clothing and shoes. I had major deja Vu from when I

I

slept over at Riccardo's. Kingston I had brought me at least triple the clothes I currently had in my apartment. I didn't give it a second thought, I needed to talk to him about last night. Opening the drawer, I found a pair of panties and in the second drawer underneath, I found bras as well. I didn't even try to guess how they all knew the sizes. Not bothering with figuring out what to wear, I threw on the first thing I saw. It was a simple all red sundress, it looked cute to be honest but I didn't care about that now. I didn't want to look good for Kingston, I wanted to look as hurt as I felt. Ignoring the ache between my legs, I followed the Ithe scent of coffee all the way to the kitchen. I was ready to start questioning him but one look at him and I stopped short. He hadn't noticed me yet and I took advantage of that as I took in his dark disheveled hair like her had run his hands through it multiple times. He had dark circles under his eyes, making it evident that he hadn't slept or if he did, it couldn't have been for long.

I stood there, watching him when he thought no one was looking. There was something about his stony expression that seemed a little troubled and that look of pain in his eyes made the hurt had felt vanish in the blink of an eye. He was shirtless, it was the first time I had gotten a look at what he had under his clothes. He was scary huge, had never seen someone this big before. Every inch of his upper body was pure muscles. The saying, built like a thank you, suddenly made sense and it fitted his description.

The tattoo I hadn't had a chance to look at before now except for the intricate design around his neck was on display.