“Talk, Raven,” I grunt, prepared to jet my load already, and she hasn’t even taken half of me yet. But she’s going to.

“I… it kind of hurts, burns, but not really… oh fuck.” She pants, her hands clenching the sheet as I push in more, watching my cock slide fully into her at last. I can’t move; the pleasure is like no other.

“Jesus Christ, that’s it. You’re perfect, Raven,” I say gruffly, pulling out so I can thrust in again and again while she moans.

“Raven, you’re doing so well,” I praise her. My head spins, and my hands dig into her hips as I fuck her, slowly.

“This ass is mine, your cunt, mine. Say it, Raven.” I’m fucking undone. The pleasure of my cock going in and out of her tight, sweet hole makes spots dance before my eyes.

“Yes, I’m yours,” she chants.

“Touch yourself, baby. I’m gonna come,” I hiss, feeling her fingers frantically rub her swollen clit.

“That’s my girl, make yourself come, so you can squeeze Daddy Powers’s cock.” My eyes roll back in my head as she does just that.

“Mr.… oh God, Jett, I’m going to come…” Her cunt pulses and contracts, making her ass milk the last bit of my restraint from me. I let go, soar, eyes rolling back in my head as I find nirvana, holding her hips tight while pumping my release into her. Slowly I pull out and try to catch my breath.

Looking down at her, when I’m taking my last breath, this is what I hope to remember. Raven, panting on all fours, dress around her waist, tits spilling out as my cum drips out of her ass.

I wasn’t lying. Raven was made to be a submissive, although she probably would never have known it had she not met me.

She looks behind her and our eyes lock. This is getting complicated, but not really. My future is mapped out. Marry Rachel—she’s the right wife for me. We will work, climbing our way to the top of whatever I want to achieve.

I’ll fuck other women, and she’ll look the other way or join in. Simple. I’ll see Raven for holidays.

She’ll show up, and I’ll look at her like I am doing right now, and we will both know that I own her…

“Come here. Let’s get you cleaned up, then I’m taking you to Bar Moruno.” I turn her and she glides sweetly into my arms. Kissing her eyes, stroking her hair, I whisper how fantastic she felt taking my cock.

She sighs and clings to me. Tightening my arm around her, I lift her up and walk us into the bathroom, ignoring how good she feels in my arms.