Richard's POV
I've waited, dreamt, imagined, and wanked to the thoughts of Nessa in my arms, with me f*****g her, owning her. Completely, totally, with no reservations. When I told her all those times that she would regret teasing me with her skimpy, sexy little dresses, she had laughed it off.
Now, her small body trembles against mine, but she does as she’s told. She spreads her feet the best she can, and I smile against her wet skin.
Mine!
All f*****g mine!
She’s going to make the perfect wife. Obedient and ever ready to please me. So eager to learn. So willing to submit. I remove my fingers from her p***y, and she lets out a whimper. “Do not spit this out,” I order, pulling my hand from her mouth and reminding her of the wet undies I had used as a makeshift gag.
She nods once.
