Chapter 9
Silas
My heartbeat slowed, and I turned my head, blowing her hair out of my mouth. I didn’t move off her—not because she clung to me like a limpet, but because she’d willingly given me a piece of herself.
This hadn’t felt like sex. It felt like an awakening.
Eleven years of marriage had reduced me to a monthly ritual of joyless fucking. A bodily function. The comparison hit hard.
I slipped my arm beneath the pillow, pulling her closer, and kissed the curve of her neck. Her muscles contracted around me—tight, involuntary, like her body couldn’t help but hold me in.
I chuckled as my cock hardened.
Her full breasts pressed softly against me, a perfect contrast to the greedy cunt that had just claimed every drop I had.
If she milked me like that every time…
Maybe one heir wouldn’t be enough.
When I tried to move away, she moaned—soft, reluctant—and her legs locked around my waist.
“Greedy little fucktoy,” I murmured, brushing a kiss against her temple. “I need to check for damage.”
Her eyes fluttered open, dark and heavy-lidded, and for a moment I just stared into them—soulful, spent, and mine.
With a faint, satisfied smile, she finally released her grip on my back.
I straightened and spread her thighs, pulling out slowly. Red smeared down my cock. My mark.
She didn’t flinch. No tears in her eyes.
I pried her open gently, watching the mess I’d made. My come, thick and white, buried deep in its new home. Right where it belonged.
“Does it hurt?”
She shook her head.
I didn't tell her that there was a massacre between her legs, but she got the bloody sheets she wanted.
I stood, walked to the ensuite, and ran a towel under hot water.
Because toys were no good broken.
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I messaged Connie to leave our lunch by my door. Everly talked about school and then university. I felt an uncomfortable twinge of guilt for never taking time to get to know her. I left all that to Eris.
Once she’d finished eating, I left the tray outside the bedroom.
“How are you going to tell her about us?” she asked as I returned to the bed.
I’d valiantly waited a whole four hours, and I didn't want to talk about Eris.
“How about we show her?” I murmured, crawling over her.
She slid her foot on my chest.
“Hm. Tell me more, Mr Voss,” she said as I caught her ankle and placed it over my shoulder.
“How do you feel about her walking in on us? You on your hands and knees,” I said, reaching for her breasts. “With these beauties swinging freely.”
Her chest rose and fell faster, lips parted.
“Show her what a good toy looks like, being bred. Or…” I said, trailing off, as I turned my head to kiss her ankle. “Show her how well you take my cock in your tight little arse.”
Her eyes widened, and my filthy little toy slid her hand between her legs. I caught her wrist mid-motion. That’s when I saw it—her defiance.
I smiled.
“Do you think you’re in control?”
She shook her head.
I pushed her leg down and flipped her onto her stomach. She squealed, laughing.
“You are!” she shouted between giggles.
Her laughter filled the room—wild, unfiltered, like she knew exactly what surrendering to me would bring.
Grinning, I tugged off my boxers and knelt over the backs of her thighs, running my hands along the curve of her spine.
She looked over her shoulder with a grin, but when I let her feel my cock nestle between her cheeks, she groaned—trying to push back against me.
Too bad she was pinned beneath my weight, unable to tease.
“You’ll take every load exactly how I want you to,” I murmured, rocking against her. “Open and swallow, Everly.”
There was no need to check her—she was glistening, dripping, and ready.
My little toy was learning fast.
Training was going exceptionally well.
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“Are you sure you want to see this?” I asked as she snuggled closer to look at my laptop screen.
“Won’t it just be like watching a bad porno?”
“Okay.” I shrugged and hit play.
Steven Bailey appeared from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Eris was lying on the bed—naked. I glanced at Everly, but she was focused on the screen, lips pursed.
Was it strange that we were both naked in bed while spying on Eris? Hell, yes.
“Did you call your husband?” Steven asked.
“No need,” Eris replied, her tinkling laughter floating through the speakers.
“I know. Pathetic, right?” he sneered. “As soon as I get through to Ashley, all she does is moan. When are you coming back? Or the guilt trip of missing some stupid school play.”
Everly’s grip on my arm tightened.
“Don’t worry. When the time is right, Ashley will know exactly what her husband thinks of his family,” I vowed.
“Good.”
Eris crawled off the bed like the bitch she was and yanked Steven’s towel off. She lifted his half-erect cock and slipped it into her mouth.
“Ew,” Everly groaned.
“I thought you said it’d be like a porn flick?”
“Yeah. I changed my mind.” She grimaced, then frowned. “I don’t get it. His dick isn’t even all that.”
“Why are you focusing on his dick?” I growled.
“Because it’s in my mother’s mouth,” she shot back.
Fair enough. She had a point.
But I didn’t have to like it.
I slapped the laptop shut.
The only dick she needed to focus on was mine.
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By dinner time, six loads had been poured into Everly. I was sure that was a record for me. Every time I swore it would be the last, she’d look at me with those big eyes or drag a teasing fingertip over my skin—and I’d fold.
We planned and plotted between rounds. I encouraged her to use my card, but getting her to actually spend my money was like pulling teeth… until I spanked her. After that, she had no trouble trying to empty my account.
All of Eris’s things were already in storage, so we moved Everly into her new bedroom.
I watched her closely for regret, hesitation, shame—anything. There was nothing. Eris had abandoned her daughter long before today, so Everly returning the favour made perfect sense.
When Connie came into the dining room to serve dinner, she was smiling. Wide. Genuine. She’d never hidden her dislike for Eris, and her approval only confirmed what I already knew—Everly was the right choice.
Everly ate with gusto, wiping her plate clean with the last of her bread. She rubbed her stomach with a satisfied sigh.
“That was so good.”
“You’ll be eating for two soon,” I said with a smirk, sliding my hand along her thigh. “How’s your first day as my little fucktoy?”
“How’s your first day being mine?” she shot back, leaning over to cup me.
I growled and started to rise, but Connie walked in with dessert.
Under the cover of the tablecloth, Everly curled her fingers around me—slow, deliberate, wicked.
She chatted to Connie like nothing was happening.
Meanwhile, she kneaded me until I was hard.
Again.
I glanced at the decadent chocolate mousse, topped with a raspberry coulis.
“Don’t disturb us, Connie,” I drawled as she turned to leave.
“Thanks for the warning,” she chuckled, closing the door behind her.
My little toy’s hand was still now, sensing the danger.
I dipped two fingers into the mousse and let the thick dessert coat them. Then I held them up, allowing the dim light catch the glossy smear.
“Open,” I said.
She did—slowly.
I slipped my fingers into her mouth, and her tongue curled around them. A flicker of defiance lit her eyes, but she sucked like she meant it.
I slid my fingers out with a soft pop. “Be a good toy and get on your knees.”
Her brow lifted, just slightly.
“What?” I smiled. “You’re the one who started teasing me. You can finish your dessert from down there. Lick it off my cock.”
When she didn’t move fast enough, I leaned in.
“Or would you rather forfeit dessert altogether?”
She gasped, scandalised. “What kind of monster are you?”
I smothered a grin.
So she had a sweet tooth.
I stood.
The scrape of the chair cut through the silence, and her gaze locked on mine, wide-eyed and expectant.
I unzipped my trousers and drew myself out, watching the hunger flash in her eyes.
“You’ve been greedy all day,” I said, palming myself. “Let’s see how much you really want dessert.”
I scooped a generous spoonful of mousse and smeared it along my cock, watching her eyes darken like sin.
“Dig in.”
She licked her lips and, in a fluid motion, slid off her chair to kneel before me.
“Open your mouth, little toy. Dessert’s served.”
I didn’t miss the way her thighs pressed together as she leaned in, eyes dark with hunger.
She held me steady, obedient, as her tongue flicked out and licked every last trace of chocolate from my skin.
I dipped two fingers into the mousse, thick and rich, then smeared it over the swollen head.
“Again,” I ordered, my voice low. “Don’t miss a drop.”
Like a good toy, she opened wide, sucking the chocolate from my cock with slow, deliberate strokes. Her lips sealed tight, moving back and forth as a low hum vibrated through me.
But her eyes never left mine.
And I was man enough to admit that I was obsessed.