"How do you like my gift, Master?" Vivienne whispered, her hand stroking his jaw with terrifying familiarity.
She looked up at him with eager, desperate eyes... seeking approval, seeking praise, seeking acknowledgment of what she'd delivered.
"Was she as delicious as I promised she'd be?"
Alex laughed... a dark, satisfied sound that rumbled through his chest.
"More than satisfied," He said. He reached out and delivered a sharp, stinging SMACK to Vivienne's reddened ass, the sound echoing through the humid room. "You're really dedicated, Vivienne. A mother who knows exactly how to package her most precious asset."
"What should I reward you with?" he mused, his voice dropping lower. "Should I open you up just like your daughter? Split you apart the same way?"
Vivienne's breath hitched, anticipation and fear mixing in her eyes.
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