Page 31 of Fetch

“If you spill even a drop, I’ll make you lick it up,” I growl.

She stops halfway to readjust her grip. “I won’t.”

The way she cares for that bowl amuses me. It’s all I can do to keep from from knocking it out of her hand just so I can watch her lap it up. To see her pretty pink tongue leave wet spots on the plush carpet.

Her eyes light up as she nears me, grateful that her degradation is almost over. But little does she know, it’s only beginning.

“Wait.” I put my hand up. “Take your shirt off. And don’t you dare set that bowl down on the floor.”

She sighs and starts to rise, but I put my hand up again.

“I did not give you permission to sit up.”

“What the fuck? How am I… I can’t,” she whines.

I chuckle while I watch her struggle.

She turns her head in. Using her teeth she pulls down the string of her tank, inching it over her shoulder. Then she turns and does the same to the other one. I lean forward, mesmerized.

“Thatta girl. Not just a pretty face. So very clever.”

She draws her arms in. As she tugs the string farther down with her teeth she has to contort her body, lowering herself until her belly is flush against the carpet. My cock throbs as I watch her get the strap over her wrist and pull her hand out. She does the same on the other side, passing the bowl to the free hand.

I’m beyond impressed and fucking feral for this creature. She’s so eager to please me. So desperate for my approval. “Youareravenous to pray at my altar, aren’t you?”

She glares back at me, but behind the anger is a desire so dark, so deep, it could start a fire. This entire room would go up in flames.

She huffs again and inches forward on her belly, wiggling from side to side. The closer she gets, the farther her tank top slides down. By the time she reaches my feet, it’s around her calves.

I thread my fingers through her dark strands as I yank her head up. “You’re going to regret taking so long,” I rasp with a smirk. I yank the bowl out of her hands and set it on the small reading table next to me.

Her skin is flushed, bright-red with carpet burns. “But I didn’t spill any.”

Fuck, this woman is so perfect. So fucking sexy it’s almost vile. “Come, sit on my lap facing me.”

Her arms tremble as she shifts her upper body up. I lean back and spread my legs apart, forcing her to take a wider stance as she straddles me. I scoot her hips forward so she’s sitting right on the crotch of my jeans. I place my hand between her breasts. “Your heart is racing.”

She bites down on her lip, no doubt feeling my cock twitch through the rough denim. “Did watching me struggle turn you on?”

I slide my hand down to her mound, stopping just shy of her clit. “We are animals, Roxy. Carnal fucking animals. We’re designed to hunt, to trap, and to feed. But you are only at my mercy because you want to be. You could’ve gotten up at any time. I wouldn’t have stopped you.”

Her eyelids flutter, her nipples stiffening as I twirl my fingers through her thick tuft of pubic hair. She arches her back as the red flush across her skin deepens. “I need to cum. Please, Punk.”

Mmm. I know she does. So fucking bad. But I’m not done breaking her. I spoon some of the melted ice cream up and hold it over the bowl between us. “After I’m done with my ice cream, then you can cum.”

“You’ve got to be joking,” she growls.

I dangle the spoon between us, taunting her. “I’m dead fucking serious.”

“Let me help you, then.” She huffs and frantically reaches for the spoon.

I dodge her attempt. “You’re getting worked up again, Roxy.”

Her nostrils flare, but she lets me spoon a little into her mouth. “That’s it. Rub your pussy against menice and slowwhile I enjoy my tasty treat.”

A moan flutters out of her as she rolls her hips and slides back and forth. My cock is so hard, I try to focus on the sugary sweet vanilla cream in my mouth, willing myself not to burst.

She white-knuckles the armrests, stilling herself. “Fuck… I-I can’t. I’m gonna cum.”

---