Page 13 of Tick Tock, Boom!

She moaned into it, her soft body melting against mine, and fuck if that sound didn’t make my dick stretch.

My hand dug into the lace bodice and found soft flesh. My fingers teased over the ample tit and then I pinched her nipple until she gasped, arching into the palm of my hand.

“You want to be owned?” I breathed, voice thick with heat and command.

She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

“Good,” I rasped. “Because you’re mine now. And I don’t do collars. I do bruises.”

She whimpered, the sweetest little sound that went straight to my cock.

I yanked her up, spun her, and shoved her back against the cold wall. One hand wrapped tight around her throat, the other slid down her curves, my fingers memorizing every inch of her by touch alone.

“I don’t care how many men you’ve let touch you, kitten,” I growled, leaning close, voice like gravel and lust. “Because tonight, I’ll be your last.”

She blinked up at me, cheeks flushed, lips trembling. Then she whispered, soft and shaking, “And… my first.”

My cock twitched so hard I grunted. Fuck. This woman… this sweet, innocent female wrapped in sin. She wasn’t just going to be mine tonight. I was planning on keeping her for a long time, and I was going to ruin her beautifully.

Her breath hitched. Her nipples were hard against my chest. She was trembling now, on the edge of falling apart.

“Tonight, I fuck you howIwant.”

She’d come in with a script, but I was about to rip it up and make her beg for a new storyline.

Mine.

Her breath hitched, her nipples hard against my chest. “Yes, sir…”

I smirked, tightened my hand around her throat, and squeezed. It was just enough to feel the thrum of her heartbeat beneath my palm. Her eyes fluttered half shut. She liked it. Needed it. That edge of danger.

“Good girl,” I whispered darkly. “But I don’t want obedience. I want the fight.”

Her lips parted, a breathy moan escaping as I slammed her back against the wall, one arm locking her wrists above her head while my free hand shoved between her thighs. No panties. Just wet heat and a hungry little pussy already dripping juices down the inside of her thigh.

“Fuck, youarea filthy kitten, aren’t you?” I murmured. “Already soaked and I’ve barely touched you.”

She whimpered, biting her lip. Trying to hold herself together.

I let go of her throat and dragged her across the room like a rag doll, tossing her down on a padded bench.Her ass hit leather, legs splayed open, begging me to break her.

There were toys mounted on the wall. Collars, cuffs, tails, gags. She reached for one of the leashes, hopeful, teasing.

I yanked it out of her hand.

“You don’t need this shit,” I growled, throwing it across the room. “You don’t get a leash. You don’t get a name. You getme. Raw, rough, and real.”

She looked up at me, pupils blown wide, and I saw it…that flicker of a challenge.

Perfect.

I unbuckled my belt slowly, letting it slide through the loops with a sharp hiss, and her breath caught. She already knew what was coming.

“You wanna be a pet?” I asked, wrapping the belt around my knuckles. “Then crawl. Let me see how desperate you really are.”

She hesitated for half a second, just enough to piss me off.

I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off the bench, forcing her to her hands and knees. “Too slow,” I growled. “You want pain or pleasure, kitten? Because I’m feeling generous enough to give you both.”

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