And yet, even as she accepted this new reality, a strange sense of peace settled over her. Perhaps it was the knowledge that she belonged to someone else now, or maybe it was simply the exhilaration of giving herself so completely to another person. Whatever the reason, Celeste knew that from this moment on, there would be no turning back.

She was Aguss's, and she would never truly be free again.

Celeste's body ached from the relentless abuse it had endured throughout the night. Her skin felt raw and tender, marked by the bruises left by Aguss's rough hands and his forceful possession of her body. She was no longer her own; she belonged to him now, and there would be no going back.

As the sun finally rose above the horizon, casting its golden light across the room, Celeste knew that another day had begun.

Celeste smiled warmly at him, her eyes filled with hope and love. "Yes, sweetie," she said softly. "If you wanted to... if it made you feel good... maybe we could find a way for that to happen." She paused, swallowing hard as she fought back tears of joy. "Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Pierce looked at her in disbelief, his eyes wide with surprise and delight. Slowly, he nodded his head, a grin spreading across his face. "

Celeste's heart soared at his reaction. "Oh, sweetie," she breathed, reaching out to cup his cheek in her hand. "I knew you'd understand." Her eyes shone with unshed tears of happiness as she leaned forward and pressed her lips softly against his forehead. "Thank you, Pierce. Thank you so much." She pulled back, studying his face carefully, searching for any sign that he might be having second thoughts or concerns.

"I know it's a big responsibility," she continued quietly. "

"If we end up alone together like this again... well, I want you to use me however you want," she said softly, her cheeks flushing. "I mean, only if you're really desperate and can't hold it anymore." Her heart raced as she waited for his response.

For a moment, Александр Царьков looked taken aback by her words, but then a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes, and he grinned up at her. "Okay, Mom,"

As they continued playing on the swing set, Celeste watched Alexander Царьков grow more confident with each swing, his body moving faster and higher than before. She knew that he was capable of having multiple children, but she still found herself growing irresistibly aroused by the sight of him climbing so high on that swing.

Finally, after several hours of play, they both called it quits and wound their way back to the house.