Chapter 33

Cassie's POV

I wake up with a puffy face, my eyes feeling like they've been glued shut. I turn around and snuggle into a warm chest, the familiar musky scent I've grown to love filling my senses. I move my arm at an awkward angle and a sharp stabbing pain makes me hiss.

What the hell?

I look down and see all of the tubes and wires connecting me to the machines surrounding my bed. Memories of yesterday fill my mind and I remember I was rushed to hospital.

"How are you feeling?"

The voice startles me, and my head snaps up in their direction.

"I'm okay. How long have I been out?" I ask.

My head begins pounding a little, and I bring my hand up to soothe it.

"Fifteen hours. Is your head alright?" she comes over and rests a hand on my head.

"Yeah, thanks. Just a headache." I spot a glass of water on the table and lean over to grab it.

"Let me know if it gets any worse, okay?" I nod my head, sipping on my drink.

The nurse turns around to leave but I stop her as she gets to the door.

"My baby!" I blurt out.

The nurse faces me, confused.

"Is my baby okay?" I ask, laying a hand over my stomach.

She smiles softly at me.

"Yes, Mrs Santini. The baby is perfectly healthy. Tests have confirmed it. You have nothing to worry about. You were both very lucky."

With one last smile, she turns around and walks out.

"I'm not a Santini." I whisper to myself, confused.

"Of course, you are."

"What the hell?!" I turn and back-hand the voice, causing Cole to groan and hold his face.

"Oh my God, lupo!" I grab his face, inspecting him and making sure I didn't cause any damage.

"Perché dovresti spaventarmi in quel modo, idiota? Non sai non spaventare le donne incinte? Hai un desiderio di morte?" [Why would you scare me like that, you idiot? Do you not know not to scare pregnant women? Do you have a death wish?]

"Hello to you too, gattina." he grins at me.

"Sei impossibile." [You're impossible.] I mumble.

I cuddle up to his side as he wraps an arm around me, pulling me securely into him. After a few minutes of silence, Cole speaks up.

"I'm so, so fucking sorry, Cass. I should've listened to you properly, been more open, less irrational. If I had, you never would've done this. I never would've driven you to do this." his voice is filled with pain and guilt.

I look up as Cole's voice cracks, and my eyes well with tears, my heart breaks for what I did to him. To everyone.

"Hey, don't you dare apologise. You didn't make me do this. I- I wasn't thinking properly. I was so overwhelmed by the thought that you hated me, that you'd never see me the same way again. But you weren't the one who made me take those pills. That was all me and my idiocy. I'm sorry. I was only thinking about myself, about my pain. I wasn't even thinking about you or the baby." I sniff, wiping the falling tears from my face.

He looks down at me, love and guilt in his eyes. I burrow myself back into his side, wrapping my arms around him and enjoying the feel of his arms secured around me.

"You're awake." I look up at the door and see both of my brothers stood there.

"Yeah." I smile, wiping the remaining tears from my face.

I observe the state of each my brothers.

Tiago has red, bloodshot eyes - a clear sign that he's been crying, though he'll never admit that out loud.

Sebastien's messy hair tells me he's playing with it, running his hand through it repeatedly - something he only does when he's anxious or nervous about something.

"Oh guys. I'm sorry I've put you both through this. It wasn't fa-"

I get cut off when Sebby launches himself at me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug. I wrap my arms around his torso, and he lets out a sigh of relief.

"Nikogda bol'she ne delay nichego podobnogo, Sandy. YA tol'ko chto vernul tebya. YA ne mogu poteryat' tebya snova." [Don't you ever do anything like that again, Sandy. I just got you back. I can't lose you again.]

I nod my head rapidly, letting my tears slip down my face and embedding themselves into Sebby's clothes. After a few more moments of hugging, he pulls away, and I get squashed into Tiago's embrace.

"Si alguna vez vuelves a hacer este tipo de mierda, te mataré yo mismo." [If you ever pull this type of shit again, I will kill you myself.]

I laugh at his stupidity, tightening my arms around him as best as I can in the awkward way he has my arms pinned.

"Okay, T. Can't breathe." I wheeze out after a couple of minutes.

He lets go of me like I've suddenly caught fire, and I laugh weakly.

"Drama Queen." I say to him, teasingly.

He narrows his eyes at me as if to say 'bitch', but I just laugh more.

"Iago? You in here?"

"No la mates, te gusta. No la mates, te gusta." [Don't kill her, you like her. Don't kill her, you like her.] Tiago closes his eyes as he whispers his chant, and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Si, mascota pequeña. I'm here." [little pet.] he says as the door opens.

Livia walks in and smiles at him, walking into his open, awaiting arms.

"¿Quieres matar a Liv, tu pequeña mascota?" [You want to kill Liv, your little pet?] I laugh.

There is no way he would ever do that.

Santiago may seem like a big, bad wolf on the outside, but on the inside, he's a big softy for those he cares about.

"Si. Odio ese apodo. Y si no lo cierras, serás la siguiente." [Yes. I hate that nickname. And if you don't shut it, you'll be next.] he glares at me.

That makes me laugh even harder than before.

"Vale, claro, joda." [Okay, sure, pain in the ass.]

"Oh my God! Cass!" Liv rushes over to me, squashing me in her soul-crushing grip.

"Mi dispiace tanto! Per favore, non pensare che ti stessi ignorando o che mi fossi dimenticato di te. Io e Iago-" [I'm so sorry! Please don't think I was ignoring you or forgot about you. Me and Iago-] I laugh, cutting off her rambling.

"Non hai bisogno di spiegazioni, Liv." [You don't need to explain, Liv.] I say softly, holding her.

"Sei innamorato, so come ti senti." [You're in love, I know how you feel.]

Even though my words were directed at her, my eyes connect with Cole's, who looks back at me with love in his eyes.

After a few more moments, Liv pulls away and goes to Tiago, leaving me to be able to snuggle up to Cole.

"Wow, guys. Way to make me feel left out." Seb pouts, being overly dramatic.

"Awww. Don't worry, Sebby Webby. We'll find you a special someone too."

"Ugh, don't call me that." he groans.

"Sure thing, Sebby Webby." I say with a wide grin on my face.

He rolls his eyes but has a smile on his face.

We continue laughing and joking, and there's so much happiness in the room, despite the reason why we're here. It suddenly dawns on me how stupid I've been. Cole had every right to be upset about the situation, and just because I couldn't stomach the idea of him ending our relationship, I tried to kill myself. I tried to kill myself just because I couldn't think of living in a world where Cole hated me and wanted nothing to do with me. I tried killing myself instead of trying to talk it out properly. I'm stupid. Pathetic even.

"Ehi, cosa c'è che non va, amore mio?" [Hey, what's wrong, my love?] Cole asks, snapping me out of my spiralling trail of thoughts.

"I'm stupid and pathetic." my voice cracks slightly, and Cole wipes away the tears on my face that I didn't even realise were there.

"No you're not, gattina. What are you on about? Where did this come from?" he asks, rubbing his hand up and down my arm in a soothing manner.

"Just because I couldn't stomach the idea of you leaving me, I made a pathetically stupid decision when I could've just talked. I didn't think about anyone or anything except for my pain. I'm a sad excuse of a human being." a sob erupts from my throat and more tears race their way down my face.

"Oh, gattina." Cole presses a kiss to my forehead, letting his lips linger as he speaks to me.

"Don't blame yourself, piccola. We don't always control ourselves when we're overwhelmed with emotions. I don't blame you, and I definitely think your brothers blame me. Well, at least Seb does." he says the last part louder for everyone to hear.

"Damn straight I do." he mutters loud enough for me to hear.

His response causes me to let out a weak, teary laugh.

Cole continues to hold me close, and I burrow myself into his chest. Just as I feel myself drifting off, someone calls out to me.

"Sandy?"

"Hmm?" I turn my head so I can look at Seb.

"We would like your permission for something."

"We?" I ask with furrowed brows, confused.

"Me and Tiago. And Cole, I guess." he murmurs the last part and I laugh lightly.

"Okay?" I say, urging him to go on.

"We want to get our hands on Viktor, but we promise not to kill him." Tiago says when Seb takes too long to answer.

"Just have a little fun with him." Seb adds.

That causes me to let out a full-blown laugh.

"You're asking the wrong person. Viktor is Cole's kill." Seb's annoyed reaction causes my smile to widen.

"Don't worry. So long as you both keep your promise not to kill him, have at it. Just causes him more pain." Cole says as he shrugs.

That gets a sinister look to overcome both men as they smile.

"Gracias, amigo." T says, nodding at Cole.

When I stifle a yawn, Liv comes over to me, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Sleep well, Cass." she smiles.

Tiago and Seb both come over to me, doing the same, then they all leave together. I get comfy again, wrapping my arms around Cole. He pulls the blanket up, over my shoulders, and presses his own kiss to the top of my head.

"Have a good sleep, gattina." he whispers.

"Thank you, lupo." I say through a yawn.

"I love you." he murmurs, causing me to smile.

"Not as much as I love you."

*

Once I wake up a few hours later, I get discharged almost immediately. Cole coddles me the whole time, picking me up and carrying me to and from the car. And again when we stop for food. But when we get to the mansion and he opens the door, reaching to pick me up, I swat his hands away.

"I can walk, you know, lupo." I say, matter-of-factly.

"So?" he replies, nonchalantly, as he picks me up.

"Ugh. You're an irritating human." I mumble.

"No, gattina. I'm you're irritating human." he smiles, kissing me on the tip of my nose.

I roll my eyes, smiling as I rest my head against his shoulder. As we get to the front door, he sets me down.

"Uhhh. What's wrong, lupo?" I ask, scanning our surroundings in confusion.

Not once since we've left the hospital has he set me down on my feet. After I got changed, it's been straight from the hospital to his arms, then to the backseat of the car. From there, I went back into his arms, then the seat in the fast food place we went to. Then back to his arms and then to the car again. He literally has not set me down once.

"Nothing." he says, pulling out a blindfold from his pocket.

"You're not going to take me to the garden and fuck me or something are you?" I ask almost nervously.

Cole simply smirks, moving behind me and placing the blindfold over my eyes.

"You'll just have to wait and see." he says as he ties it.

When he's finished, his hand connects with my ass and I let out a surprised yelp, moaning as the sting simmers away.

"My little slut." he chuckles, causing me to whimper.

I hear the door open before Cole's hands land on my waist, carefully guiding me through the house. We only walk for a few minutes before I'm stopped in my tracks, being held firmly in place. I feel Cole's hands skim across the back of my head before the fabric starts shifting slightly. Cole's hand covers my eyes just as the fabric falls, and I don't even catch the smallest glimpse of where I am or what's going on.

"Are you ready?" he whispers in my ear.

"Yes." I reply, breathless from the anticipation.

Cole's hand disappears and the sight of everyone in the living room fills my vision.

"Surprise!"

There are banners and streamers hung up everywhere. Some read "Welcome home!", but most of them read "Congratulations!" Everyone I know and care for is standing in front of me, Seb, Tiago, Liv, Carlo, Enzo, Sophia. They're all here, looking happy as ever with massive smiles plastered on their faces.

"Oh my God." I say quietly, tears pricking my eyes.

"What's wrong? Do you hate it? We can leave if you want, and I can ha-"

I turn around and smash my lips against Cole, smiling.

"I love it." I say as I pull away a little, still smiling.

He lets out a sigh of relief, resting his head against mine briefly before spinning me around. We make our way towards everyone, hugs going all around. My past may have been a hideous nightmare, but my present and future are definitely looking brighter. I get to call all these amazing people family, and I couldn't be happier about it.

I gasp when I see a table with a variety of jugs filled with my favourite juices, and a gorgeously decorated cake. I walk over to table like a giddy child and pour myself a glass of lychee juice.

"Happy?" Seb asks, coming to stand by me.

"Happy? I'm ecstatic. You remembered all of my favourite juices." I beam.

"Of course I did. Lychee, mango, grapefruit, and peach. You have a weird thing with fruit juice." he chuckles.

"Guess what cake I got you." he whispers, nodding his head at the cake.

I gasp – a bit too loudly.

"What's wrong?" Cole asks, coming over to us.

"You got me a red velvet cake?" I ask, still looking at Seb.

He nods his head with a big grin on his face and I squeal in happiness, wrapping my arms around in as I give him an overly enthusiastic hug.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou."

Seb laughs at my stupidness.

"You're welcome. Anything for my baby sister." he leans down and places a kiss on my cheek, both of us still smiling.

The night passes by in a swarm of joy and silliness, the silliness mainly coming from me and Seb. I didn't realise just how much I missed my big brother until tonight. We all definitely needed a night where we could just let go and let loose. Everyone has been so tense since the Volkov's involuntarily came back up into my life. The only positive thing that's happened since then is that I got my brother back.

Once we call it a night, Cole and I head up to our bedroom to shower. I go to the closet to grab some clothes to change into and I notice that a considerable amount of his clothes is missing. At least a week's worth.

"Lupo?"

"Si gattina?"

"Why are so many of your clothes missing?"

A sheepish, guilty look appears on his face as he comes to stand in front of me.

"I couldn't sleep in here after I found out about you and Viktor, so I moved some of my clothes to a guestroom down the hall." he says quietly.

I look down, fiddling with the hoodie I have on – Cole's hoodie – as guilt seeps into my bones.

I've turned this man's life upside down in so many ways. He couldn't even sleep in his own room because of me.

"Hey. No. Don't do that to yourself. It's not your fault." his callous fingers gently cup my face, tilting my head up and forcing me to look at him.

"This is all on the stronzo in the basement. Okay?" [asshole] he says quietly, gazing down at me with a soft expression on his face.

Hesitantly, I nod my head, still not completely believing him.

Cole sighs – probably sensing my hesitancy in believing him – and pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me as I burrow myself into his chest.

"I don't blame you, gattina. And I'm not mad at you anymore. Okay?" I turn my head to look up him, my face saying, 'I don't believe you', and he lets out a small chuckle.

"Okay, maybe I'm a little mad, but it'll pass. I promise. But I really don't blame you, okay?"

Sighing, I nod my head yes, hearing the genuineness of his words.

"I'll bring my clothes back in here later. Come." he directs me to the bathroom and plops me down on the cold countertop.

"Wait here, I'll bring us some clothes." he presses a kiss to my lips before leaving the room, and I walk over to the shower, turning on to a medium heat.

A couple of minutes later, the door opens, and Cole walks back in, holding one of his tops and a pair of jogging bottoms in his hand. After he puts them on the radiator, we both strip and he walks over to me, pulling me under the warm, steady stream of running water with him.

Cole pulls me into his embrace as the water cascades over us from the waterfall shower head. His hands rest on my hips, and I bring my arms up to loop around his neck. Cole brings his forehead down to rest against mine we stay like this for a few minutes. Just us, moulded together under the warmth of the shower's spray.

Cole moves first, pulling away to grab a loofa and put soap on it. He stands in front of me, and when I go to take the item from his, he spins me around and pulls me against his chest. I tilt my head back, resting it against his shoulder as I look at him.

"What are you, lupo?" I ask, a smile on lips.

"Can I wash you gattina?" he asks lowly, trailing kisses down my jaw, along the top of my collarbone, and all the way to the end of my shoulder.

I moan lightly, all words leaving me as I focus on the sensation of his lips on my skin.

"Gattina?" he whispers, his lips skimming my ear.

"Yes, lupo. You can." I finally answer, my voice a breathless whisper.

Gently, Cole rubs the material along my chest, leaving a bubbly path behind to be washed away by the oncoming water. From my chest, he washes my arms and then makes his way down to my stomach. Cole crouches slightly in front of me and begins washing my legs as I smile down at him. He looks up and sees me looking at him, and he smiles back at me. When he stands, he kisses me briefly before turning me around again, and then begins cleaning my back and the round flesh of my ass cheeks. Once he's finished, he gives both cheeks a spank before grabbing the soap and washing my pussy, teasing me as he does so.

"Wait." I say, grabbing his bicep when he goes to wash himself.

"Si gattina?" he asks, brows furrowed slightly as his free arm circles my waist.

"Can I?" I ask, looking up at him through my lashes.

Cole's face continues to look at me with a scrunched up face and a puzzled expression. I nod slightly in the direction of the loofa in his hand, and the change in his expression shows understanding in what I'm asking him.

"I have no idea what you're asking me, gattina." he says, wearing a mischievous look.

"If you want something, use your words." the evil smirk on his face only broadens when I groan.

"Why do you always insist on this?" I slap my head dramatically on to Cole's chest, and he simply laughs at me.

I look back up at him with a 'seriously?' look, and all I get back is a cheesy, devilish grin. Sighing, I submit to his annoying demand.

"Please can I wash you, lupo?" I begrudgingly ask him, to which his grin widens more – if that's even possible.

"Of course you can, gattina." he hands the loofa over to me and I take it, glaring at him while doing so.

Cole leans down and gives me a brief peck, so when he begins pulling away, I follow him, continuing the kiss. It turns into a mini make out session until Cole brings his hand down to my clit and goes to start playing with it. I pull away like he's suddenly caught fire, and he looks at me, bewildered.

"Oh, no you don't mister. I refuse to let you leave me horny and unable to do anything about it. Again." I cross my arms across my chest, glaring at him – half playfully, half completely serious.

"Yes, ma'am." he chuckles, pulling me closer to him.

Cole puts the loofa and my hand on his chest, kissing my on the nose. I begin washing him with a big smile on my face, watching as the bubbles coat his skin and disappear seconds later. I wash him chest, then his arms and back. I move to stand in front of him again and drop to my knees, washing his legs as his hard, leaking cock is at eye level. I grab the soap and rub some between my palms, then I give Cole's cock a cheeky lick, swallowing his pre-cum, and then giving him a soapy hand job to wash him, just as he did to me.

"Fuck, gattina." he groans, thrusting into my hand.

I pull away, smiling as he glares down at me. I rinse my hands then make sure Cole's dick is soap-free. When I stand, I'm pinned against the wall with Cole's lips on mine and his hands ravishing my body. His lips make their way down my neck, and I let out an airy laugh.

"See. It's unbearable to be teased. Isn't it, lupo?" I arch into him as he sucks on one of my nipples.

He bites on it, as though he's punishing me for giving him a taste for his own medicine, and I let out a strangled moan. That seems to flip a switch in Cole, because as soon as I make that sound, he straightens himself up with a satisfactory smirk. With one last quick peck, Cole steps out of the shower, leaving me breathless and dumbfounded.

Okay, you wanna play lupo?

Let's play.

*

"Gattina, I know you can hear me, amore. Come out now and I'll go easy on you."

I cover my mouth to stifle my laugh.

Me and Cole have a little game going on right now. If I can hide for an hour, I get to stop my no-cumming punishment. But, if I get caught, I'll get edged until I hit my breaking point, which isn't as fun as it sounds. I only have about five minutes left, but Cole keeps getting closer and closer. I'm hiding behind the door that leads to the basement, and I'm really hoping he won't find me here.

"C'mon gattina. I'll go easy on you." he says, even though I can see him crossing his fingers through the little gap in the door.

"Hey man, you looking for Cassie?" Seb says, and horror shoots through me.

I know he saw me come in here. I'm screwed.

I look down at my phone where my time is – me and Cole both set them when we started – and it says three and a half minutes left.

"Yeah, you seen her?"

"Yeah, man. I just saw her go down into the basement." Seb says, and I vow to make his life hell if I lose this game.

"Thanks man."

I see Cole practically run across the room to the basement, so I turn and run down the stairs in a state of thrillful panic. I make it down to the bottom of the stairs and run down the corridor to the cell at the end. I look down at my phone as I open the door, stepping inside.

Three minutes.

I can do this.

I can win.

Someone groans in pain, and I look up to see Viktor with his wrists bound to the ceiling, his face bloody and bruised. He's barely wearing anything and there are cuts and gashes all over him. He looks like he's been through hell.

Good.

"I see my brothers have had their fun with you." I laugh.

"I'll have my turn later."

"Before all of that, I have a question for you."

"Fire away, malyshka."

I grab a knife from the table beside me and walk up to him, slashing it and creating a shallow yet painful cut along his chest.

"Don't call me that, ty kusok der'ma." [you piece of shit.] I grit out, slapping him across the face.

I walk back over to the wall, leaning against it.

"Why? Why are you and Vladimir so obsessed with me? I mean come on, I was gone for six freaking years! Why couldn't you two just let me go? Just let me be and live my life?"

A dark chuckle comes from his lips, the intensity of it sending a shiver down my spine. A shiver that tells me, 'you're not gonna like the answer'.

"When your father presented you to us – our new mafia lawyer – we couldn't have cared less about you being around, at most you would've been a good fuck. Then, one day, Vladimir decided he was bored and wanted to have a competition. We made a bet to see who could entice you to us and fuck us. First man was the winner. Once I won, he bet that I couldn't get you to fall in love with me. I obviously won that too. And Vlad? He became obsessed with you because no matter what he did or what he tried, you always came to me. He was obsessed with you because he couldn't get through to you. Really it was your own fault. Over time – during our 'relationship' – I became obsessed with your innocence, the purity of your soul. I wanted to destroy those parts of you. I wanted to ruin you in every way I could." Viktor begins coughing and I examine my nails, bored.

When he stops, I look at him – still bored – as he looks at me up and down like I'm a piece of meat he wants to devour.

"Cassandra Voronovo, so innocent." he mutters.

"You were so vulnerable, so willing to love, and it worked perfectly to my advantage. I ruined you in every way I could. I broke you in every way I could. I've embedded myself into your very soul. And because of that, you can be with who you want, sleep with who you want, I quite honestly don't care. You my little obsession, are mine."

"Really?" I ask, mockingly.

"Because last time I checked, I was pregnant with Cole's baby, not yours. I'm in love with Cole, not you. My world revolves around Cole, not you. I am Cole's, not yours. You may think that you have some sick claim over me, Vladimir might even feel the same way, I honestly don't give two shits what either of you think. But if that whole speech was supposed to make me feel like shit, or if I was supposed to start crying and break down, you are sorely mistaken. I know in my heart who I belong to, and it certainly isn't a Volkov.

Besides, with you, there was always this nagging pit in my stomach screaming 'danger' and I never fully allowed myself to submit to you because of it. So, when you think about it, you never really had my submission, did you? Without my complete surrender, you didn't have access to my innocence or purity. You can't break or ruin something you don't have access to, now can you, moya lyubov'?" I say the nickname mockingly, spitting it out like venom on my tongue.

Just as the door opens and Cole walks in, our alarms go off.

"Fottuto pezzo di merda." [Fucking piece of shit.] Cole curses under his breath, and I do a little triumphant dance.

"I win." I say in a sing-song tone.

"I guess you do." he chuckles, coming to stand in front of me.

"What're you doing in here, gattina?" he asks lowly enough for only me to hear.

"I came in here to hide from you. Didn't know he was in here though." I admit, looking down.

Cole takes a firm yet gentle grip on my chin and forces me to look back up at him.

"That's okay." he leans down and kisses me, causing me to melt into him.

He wraps an arm around me and pulls me flush against him as the heat of our kiss intensifies.

"Get your fucking hands off of my property."

"Property?" Cole's grip tightens around my waist into an almost painful grip as he breaks the kiss off.

"Lupo." I quietly say, trying to grab his attention as his grip begins to hurt a little.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Cassie is not a thing to own or buy. She is a person, not that scum like you would understand. You've had no real impact on her mind or soul, because she is a strong willed, confident woman. You couldn't break her, not matter how hard you tried!"

He's turned us around now – Cole facing me and my back to Viktor, giving him the perfect view of the prick behind me. Both of his hands are wrapped protectively around me, but his grip on my waist has turned punishingly sore. Keeping my expression soft, I raise my hand, gently cupping his face and tilting it down so he looks down at me.

"Hey. Don't let him get to you, okay? He's not worth either of our time. You have me Cole. Mind, body, heart, and soul. You own me in a completely different way. Not only is our cub right here..." I take one of his hands, placing it on my stomach.

"But I'm yours, and I choose to be yours. I choose to submit myself to you, and only you. I choose to be owned by you."

Cole stares at me for a few seconds before moving, dipping his head to capture my lips with his. The kiss is heated, filled with pure emotion, passion, and desire. His hands circle my waist, pulling me impossibly close to him, while my hands loop around his neck, pulling him as close as possible to me.

"GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF OF HER!" Viktor yells, and I tune him out of my mind.

"What do you say, gattina? Should we start your reward here and show him who you really belong to?" Cole whispers, his minty breath brushing against my lips.

His question makes me freeze as I think it over. Viktor being forced to accept that I'm not his, that I never was, all the while enjoying myself a hundred times better than he ever made me feel.

Sure, he was good in bed. He could make me cum and knew a few of my weak spots. But Cole? He knows me inside and out, every little thing that makes me tick and quiver, every tiny spot that makes me convulse and explode. He's the only one the make me squirt. The only person to make me feel safe and secure when I use my safe word. Thinking about showing Viktor what true submission looks like with the one and only man I've ever truly loved with my whole being, has my thighs rubbing together to try and relieve the tension building in the space in between them. That's why I feel safe and confident with my answer, which I say in a breathless whimper.

"Yes please, Daddy."

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