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Fuck, you were pretty. Dorian had lucked the fuck out with you, didn't he? A gorgeous face, a perfect body, and your hole— Shit, it really was like you were made just for him. He wasn't attached to you, no, definitely not. But God if he couldn't help but touch you all the time, stare at you whenever you weren't looking—
But Dorian wasn't attached, you were just his property. His perfect, pretty little property.
"Hold your thighs, wanna see what's mine." The command was punctuated by a sharp spank onto your inner thigh, smirking as he watched your muscles quiver under the touch. Dorian shifted his position, lounging comfortably between your spread thighs while reaching out to grab a bottle of lube from beside him, nestled in the bedsheets.
"Such a pretty hole for me..." He murmured, dripping the cold lube upon your hole and watching the way it clenched, enjoying the noise you made at the different sensation. Even watching it drip down you—
Fuck, he was hard. Needed to fuck you until you were screaming his name, until you were a trembling, dumb mess underneath him. But not yet. Dorian had other plans tonight.
"Keep holding your thighs like that, don't want you to close them." The words were an afterthought as Dorian's gloved finger traced over you's hole, smearing the lube around before pushing inside. Tight, hot, so fucking perfect.
"You're gonna take my fingers like a good whore, right? Yeah, I know you are...."
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