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The look in her eyes is pure deviant when she pulls back, making my cock thicken in my pants.

“Take me to our bed and I’ll tell you.”

CHAPTER – 38

Kingston

I don’t call my Twinkle a filthy little vixen for nothing.

Beneath her confident yet reserved persona lies a daring and sexy girl who loves to explore and push her boundaries. The one who craves darker games in the bedroom and enjoys her sex dirty and rough.

I swear she was custom-made just for me.

It makes me love her harder.

With each fantasy we crossed off her naughty list, I watched her bloom and become more confident in her skin. She was beautifully trusting me never to judge her taboo fantasies and let go when it’s just us.

Tonight, her demand is bolder, making me equal parts want to spank her ass red and for making my cock harden from the thrill of it.

“How does it feel to be bound, Mr. King?” she purrs like a seductress. “I hope it’s not too tight.”

She’s given me a taste of my own medicine.

Her—in control. Me—at her mercy.

My wrists pull at the ropes when I tug and get nowhere. Damn, I underestimated her skills. She’s got me perfectly tied to the bedposts. Fuck. Not being able to touch her should be a crime. If anyone wants to torture information out of me, this would be the way to go.

“It’s fine,” I lie through gritted teeth.

“Hmm, fine isn’t what I was aiming for,” she teases and leans back. My cock pulses against her hot pussy as she straddles my hips.

My eyes don’t know where to gaze longer and I can’t decide which part of her is my favorite. Whether it’s her luscious lips that struggle to fit my cock, her heavy tits that I want to fuck next, or her soft, flat belly leading to a cunt that feels like my heaven.

Meanwhile, my mouth waters to taste her everywhere at once. Especially, the birthmark right over her hip bone.

Twinkle’s features are like a shy girl next door, but the shape of her body is built like a porn star, curvy in all the right places.

If anyone’s lucky here, it’s me.

When I asked Twinkle how I could make it up to her, I never in a million years thought she’d ask for this. I’ve never been submissive in my life, nor did I have the desire to be one, much less in the bedroom. However, for my Star, I’ll do anything.

Crawl.

Beg.

Anything.

“What do you want?”

“I want you out of your mind,” she rasps, running her fingers up my bare chest and splaying them around my throat right as she utters, “and obeying me likemy good boytonight.”

Christ!

I don’t know how it’s possible, but a drop of precum leaks from my dick at the authority in her soft tone.

“You’re in charge, darling. Use me however you desire.”

“Then say it.”

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