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“Put the clamps on.”

“So bossy,” she grumbles but picks up one of the clamps. I stroke my dick as she rubs at her nipple to make it harden. Then, she gingerly places the claps around her tender flesh. When it closes around it, she sucks in a sharp breath. “Ow.”

“You’ll get used to it. Carry on.”

She does the same for her other nipple and fuck if she isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. When she picks up the third one, she seems unsure.

“Come here and let me do it.”

Rather than arguing, she crawls off the bed, her tassels swinging with each movement. Like a good girl, she walks right up to me, offering me the clamp.

“Straddle my thighs,” I instruct. “Hold your pussy lips apart.”

Her breath hitches as she climbs onto my lap. My dick is hard between us, twitching with eagerness to be inside her. One day. Not tonight. She touches her pussy, parting herself for me, leaving her clit exposed and vulnerable. Without being gentle, I pinch it with the clamp, reveling in the way she cries out in pain.

“Leave it,” I growl when she reaches for it. “It hurts, but you’ll get used to it. Go get the butt plug lubed up and rub it against your hole.”

She whimpers as she climbs off me, walking like a cowboy with her legs bowed. I stifle a laugh. Once she’s back on the bed, she winces and then dutifully lubes up the metal. With her eyes diverted, she reaches behind her, her brows furrowed in concentration, and teases her asshole.

“It’ll take some practice to get it in there. If you need help, just ask, beautiful.” She chews on her bottom lip, flinching at her ministrations. “I can do it myself.”

It takes a few minutes but then she gasps. Her wild hazel eyes fly to mine. I lift a brow in amusement. “Is it in?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Turn around, bend over, and show me.”

She shakes her head. “You just have to trust me.” “So disappointing,” I chide.

My words hit the right nerve, because she recoils. Then, like the brat she is, she makes exaggerated movements and obeys me, revealing the pretty sparkling blue stone nestled between her round cheeks.

“Perfect. Now come closer.”

Her movements are sluggish and awkward as she learns to walk with a plug in her ass. She finally comes to stand between my thighs. I reach forward and tug at the tassel hanging from her pussy, loving the cry

of pain that erupts from her.

“You do the ones on your tits,” I instruct. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

She nods and gently tugs on the tassels, shuddering at the sensation. I tug at my cock in tandem with the way I pull on the tassel on her clit clamp. Despite the pain, within seconds she’s crying out as an abrupt orgasm floods through her body. Before she comes down from her high, I pull off the clamp. I’m sure all the blood is rushing to her clit now, and it must be painful based on the way she chokes on her tears.

So. Fucking. Perfect.

“On your knees,” I growl. “You like it when I hurt you, don’t you, Ash?” She shakes her head in vehemence.

“You’re a fucking liar,” I say with a wicked grin. “You love when I humiliate you. You want me to call you terrible names just as long as I remind you who you belong to.”

“Fuck you, Win.”

“On your knees, asset.” “Asset?”

“The help. Toy. Plaything. Whatever the fuck you want to call yourself. Do it.”

She flips me off but falls to her knees as I stand. I paint her pretty lips with my cock that leaks with precome. Her tongue darts out, but I pull away.

“No, little girl. You get what I give you. Right now, I want to see your face dripping with my come. You haven’t deserved to get it on your greedy tongue.”

Her hazel eyes flare with fury as she glares up at me. It makes me wonder what’s going on in that head of hers. Is she angry because this darkens her fantasy of wedding bells and happily ever after like Nate suggested? Perhaps she needs a little reminder that I pay top fucking dollar for her humiliation. She’ll have to chase the white picket fence and perfect husband dream once we’re done with our dirty games. Until then, she’s mine to do whatever the hell I want with.

“You’re a poor little girl whose daddy doesn’t love her anymore. She has to find a new daddy. One who’ll buy her pretty things and tell her she’s beautiful.” I let out a dark chuckle. “You just want to be loved.” I stroke her wet hair. “Sorry, little one, but you found the wrong daddy. I just want to hurt you and humiliate you and shame you. I’m not built to love so if that’s what you’re thinking you’ll get out of this, you’re wrong. I’ll play with you like I’ve done everything in my life, and when I get bored, I’ll find something else to entertain me. Maybe next year it’ll be a yacht. This year, it’s you.”

A cruel, yet necessary reminder of exactly what this is between us. Her eyes flood with tears, and she’s never looked so pretty.

“Beg for my dick, you poor girl. Beg for it.” “No,” she chokes out.

“I’m paying you to beg. That’s all this is. You serving me. It’s your job.” “I hate you.”

“Your pussy is slick, and your ass is filled,” I rumble. “The last thing you’re feeling is hate. You wish I’d stuff this cock in your tight, almost virgin cunt.”

“Fuck you, Constantine!”

“You want that, baby, because then you can start planning the wedding. Am I right? You think if I fuck you, I’ll put a ring on it?”

A tear races down her cheek. “I would never marry someone like you.” “Beg. For. My. Come.”

Another tear. “No.”

“It’s all or nothing, Ash. Don’t go weak on me now. You’re so close to forty fucking thousand dollars. You’re not too proud. Think of your career one day.”

She sobs. “Please.”

“Good girl,” I grunt. “Such a good girl.”

My come shoots out hot and violent, hitting her eyebrow and then her cheek. With each spurt, I coat her pretty face in my seed. As soon as I’m drained and my dick just drips, I use my cock to smear the come in, reveling in her shocked gasp. I smack her mouth with my dick before pulling back.

Per our agreement, I take a few pictures from her phone so she won’t forget every filthy thing we did. Long after this thing between us is over, she’ll have this moment stored in her memories—and the cloud for that matter—to get her through her boring missionary sex with her future Prince Charming. I’ll be the villain who haunts her fantasies when she has to touch herself, searching for one ounce of the pleasure I used to freely give.

“Clean your face up, Cinderelliott. Let’s hope you clean yourself better than you clean my office. You’re a fucking mess.”