Page 149 of They Are Mine

Doesn’t step back.

She just looks up at me. Big, pretty eyes. Holding her ground.

I lift my hand.

Slow. Measured.

And I touch her.

Just my fingers, ghosting under her chin, tilting her face to mine.

Testing.

She doesn’t pull away.

Of course, she doesn’t.

Her lips part.

A little shudder slips through her frame, the barest, prettiest thing.

I let my thumb trace the curve of her lower lip.

She trembles.

She’s so ready for this.

“Say it again.” Soft. Commanding.

She exhales, her breath warm against my skin.

And then, so sweetly, so obediently, “Sir.”

And just like that, she’s mine.

She stands before me, eyes wide, waiting, eager.

Such a good girl.

I could make this last all night. Keep her trembling on the edge, make her work for every reward. But first, I want to see how well she follows orders.

“Undress,” I say.

I stay exactly where I am, watching, waiting, giving her no further instruction. She has to figure it out.

And oh, does she.

Her fingers move to the delicate row of buttons at the side of her dress, slipping them free one by one, slow and careful, like she’s savoring the moment for me.

It pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but pink lace and those filthy, beautiful stockings.

I exhale through my nose, barely restraining a groan.

Garter belt. Thigh highs.

Fucking bows.

I knew she’d be sweet under all that elegance, but this? This is better than I expected.

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