Page 157 of Dance of Madness

I’m not sure what’s just done it. Her attitude. Thatfuckingmouth. The way we’re standing here, nose to nose, like I’m not the one holding all the power.

Or maybe it’s the way her soaked little dress clings to her like a second skin.

The sheer fabric. The tight nipples. The fuckingdefiancewhere there should be fear.

Whatever it is, it’s that last little bit from her smart little mouth that pushes me over the edge and eradicates the last of my restraint.

“You’re right, princess,” I hiss at her. “I’mnotexerting the control over you that I should be. Thank you so much for illustrating that to me so that I cancorrect it.”

Her eyes go wide and she gasps quietly when I give her hair a sharp, firm tug, then whimpers as I tighten it around my fist.

“On your knees.”

Milena shivers, her breath catching.

“On. Your. Fucking.Knees,” I hiss.

“Is that an order?”

“It’s a very strong suggestion.”

She swallows. “And if I say no?”

“Are you?”

No answer.

“Good girl.”

I give her hair another tug, coaxing her down.

Slowly, her eyes locked on me, she starts to lower herself, until her knees are resting on the cold concrete.

My dick is rock hard and my pulse thuds in my ears as I look down, drinking in the sight of Milena on her knees looking up at me, hands clasped in her lap and her nipples about to tear through that fucking dress.

“Take out my cock.”

Her face flushes.

“Do it,” I command.

She swallows, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as her eyes drop to the front of my obscenely tented pants.

I’m so fucking hard that my cock twitches from her justlookingat my erection, straining against the front of my slacks as her mouth opens a little.

Her hands reach for my belt, tugging it open with a light jangle. Then the button. She struggles for a second before she gets the zipper down over my bulging dick.

Her fingers slip into the waistband of my briefs. I watch her chest rise and fall, her eyes glassing over as she slowly tugs them and my pants down together.

A whimpered little gasp of surprise tumbles from her mouth when my cock springs free, thick and heavy, right in front of her face. I’m so hard that it curves slightly up, the veins standing out and a thick white drop of precum beading at the tip.

And fuck me, the look on her face as she stares at me with hunger in her eyes…

I groan, the drop of precum slowly rolling down the underside.

Milena starts to reach for me, but I shake my head.

“Uh-uh, princess,” I growl. “No hands.” I wrap a hand around the base of my cock, stroking myself slowly right in front of her flushed face. “Open that pretty mouth so that I canfuck itproperly.”

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