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Eve had to admit she did find it amusing playing this sort of game. While her sass was natural, it was also a defense mechanism and the result of being used and poorly treated. She didnât trust anyone but herself but neither was she easily scared by anyone. His answer was somewhat vague, yet it became twice as challenging to even bother decipher the second he breached her folds without warning. The sudden intrusion made the familiar moan underneath her breath, a needy sound. Leaning her head back against the wall, Eve fought to keep her facial reactions to a minimum. Still she suspected the desire shining in her eyes was far too evident despite her efforts, as were the small rotation of her hips. âQuite the ego you got there. Iâm not going to stroke it for you.â The safe route. Neither confirming nor outright denying anything.Â
Once her hips were fully restrained, and that feeling of loosing control of her body to his touch started flooding her, Eve had to clench her fists as she fought the urge to react and make noises.Â
Then the world shifted, and for a few short moments, bittersweet for sure, the invasion ended. Naturally Eve tried to get up, but like before he was either able to predict her reaction, or he was indeed striving to keep her as contained as possible. A small frustrated sigh escaped her, unable not to feel a flash of annoyance at being weaker than him. But all her frustration drained in response to his actions. âAh!â She called out in both surprise and arousal, her pussy loving the sting followed by fingers that were no longer gentle nor simply exploring and teasing. Gripping the duvet underneath her with both hands, she fell prisoner to his expert fingers, her breathing speeding and toes curling as he finger fucked her good. Really good. It didnât take long before she felt her climax nearing, though instead of simply letting go, Eve clenched her muscles, her walls tightening around his fingers as she held back. She didnât want to give in this easily. Not unless he told her to.Â
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  She was a good girl alright. He had been right about her, but he wasnât enough of a dick to rub it in her face while he fucked her. Eve had tried. Armand would give her credit for that. He preferred a girl with a bit of sass over the innocent ones. Innocence was sweet when broken, but making a little hellcat scream under oneâs fingers was even more mouthwatering... With the exception of his little redhead, of course. Perhaps he needed Tegan and Eve at the same time. A perfect balance. They were bound to work well together....Â
  âYouâre not going to stroke what for me, baby?â He stopped the rapid thrusts of his fingers and instead slowly stroked her walls to frustrate her. âWhich one of us needs stroking?â Her moans did plenty enough. Knowing that he controlled her pleasure - that was enough.Â
  He didnât make her wait for too long. A third finger slipped inside of her and he continued with slow, torturous strokes. Armand shifted and stood to lean over her with his free arm hooking around the back of her neck. He pulled her close - face to face - as his fingers worked inside of her and built speed until he was fucking her again with full force. âYou want to cum, babygirl?â he whispered against her lips, âBeg Daddy to let you cum.â Her plump lips were just too cute to pass up and so he claimed them with a growl - kissing her with a mix of lust and pure dominance.Â
   âBeg Daddy.... And then you can cumâ as those three fingers played her like a fine tuned instrument, his thumb worked at her clit.Â









