He reached into the nightstand, pulled out a small black remote, and pressed a button. Somewhere in the house a soft electronic lock clicked.

“The door is sealed. The windows don’t open. No one comes in unless I allow it.”

He lay down beside me, pulled my spent body against his chest, and slid two fingers back inside my sore, cum-filled pussy like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Sleep if you can,” he murmured against my hair. “Because when you wake up, I’m taking you again. And this time I’m not stopping until you beg me to breed you properly.”

His fingers curled inside me, pressing...