Page 22 of Tick Tock, Boom!

She trembled. But she didn’t run. Not this time. I spun her around, pushed her chest to the cross, and grabbed her wrists, fastening the restraints with sharp, practiced snaps. Her legs spread automatically, one ankle buckled in, then the other.

“I’m not your anything. I am especially not your pet,” she whimpered as I tightened the strap on her wrist. She met my gaze not backing down once. “You haven’t claimed me.”

Leaning in, my voice fell menacingly low. " You’re right. You’re not my pet," I growled, running my palm over the broad swell of her ass. "Not yet. I haven’tclaimedyou, as you say. Haven’t collared you. So don’t think you can hide behind the safety of a title. Not tonight."

She whimpered, her cheek resting against the cold leather.

"But you want it," I breathed. "You want to be owned, don’t you?” I brushed her dark hair aside, licking the back of her neck. “You just don’t know what that fucking means yet."

I unbuckled my belt slowly, letting the leather hiss through the loops. Her body stiffened, remembering.

Good girl.

I trailed the thick leather across her bare thighs. Just enough to tease. Not enough to give. Not yet. Her thighs trembled just how I liked them.

"Look at you," I muttered. "Already soaked and I haven’t even touched that sweet pussy."

I circled her slowly, dragging my fingers up the inside of her thigh. Her body twitched, a low moan slipping past her lips when I finally cupped her heat. She was drenched for me. Such pure fucking delicate sin.

"You’re gonna take what I give you," I said, rough, voice scraping low in my throat. "No safe words. No begging. You earn that right when you wear my collar. Until then, you break. You obey."

She gasped when I slipped two fingers inside her, spreading her for me, my thumb grinding her clit like I owned it. Her greedy pussy clenched around them, her hips moving just enough so that my fingers would slide in and out of her. She was fucking perfect.

"This greedy little cunt…" I growled. "It’s mine, isn’t it, kitten."

Her moans filled the room, sweet and desperate, her hips rocking back into my hand like she couldn’t get enough.

“Say it,” I ordered.

“Y-yes,” she hissed in pleasure.

I slid my fingers out for just a second, just enough to spank those swollen lips. She gaved out a tiny yelp, cut off by a heated moan as I slid them into her again, my thumb going back to its tortuous circles.

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“Daddy,” I growled, and her head fell back onto my shoulder as her hips went wild, leaving her cream on my hand.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, and I yanked my fingers free and shoved them past her lips.

"Taste it. Taste how fucking desperate you are for me."

She sucked her juices off them, eyes fluttering closed, cheeks flushed.

I stepped back and let the belt crack across her ass once, clean and brutal. She cried out, her body jerking, the straps on her wrists straining.

"You might not wear a collar yet, kitten. But keep screaming like that... and I’ll make sure you get one."

I circled her like a wolf sizing up its prey, crouching behind her, and biting that large swell of perfect ass hard enough to leave a mark.

She moaned and those thighs continued to quiver for me.

Fuck.

She was wrecking me from the inside out. Every breath she took lit a fuse in my blood. Every whimper scraped against something primal and unhinged inside me.

“You never even gave me your name. How can I even trust you again?” she whispered.

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