Page 52 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

He doesn’t just want to own my body.

He wants to steal my heart.

The one thing I can’t give.

“Upstairs. Now.”

I ascend the first step ahead, only for him to tsk. Pressing flush against my naked back, his breath teases my ear as he orders in a primal voice, “No. You will climb the stairs on your hands and knees like the filthy little slave you are.”

I swallow, arousal flooding my pussy.

Regarding the looming staircase, I count the steps and pray they don’t hurt. I’m grateful that it’s not too step to make the climb awkward.

“Yes, King,” I whisper, dropping to my hands and knees.

This is worse and more degrading than crawling on the floor.

At least crawling on the floor can be done with seduction.

On an elevated surface, it is impossible.

Yet I try to be as graceful as possible, feeling bold when Kingston praises from behind. “So pretty. Crawl, little vixen.”

This is a mind game, for sure, meant to show me my place.

With a deep breath, I slowly move. The wooden floor is hard yet smooth on my skin, sending shivers vibrating up my spine—both from his attention and the coldness of the floor. My hair falls in a curtain around my burning face as I take two more steps.

“We don’t have all day,” he taunts.

The meaner he is to me, the wetter I’m becoming. By the time we reach upstairs, there will be a wet trail of my juices, betraying I’m reveling in my submission.

The thrilling thought makes me climb higher.

It’s not as odd as I expected it to be, though the position leaves my glistening slit exposed.

“Stop.”

I freeze, and a second later, feel his calloused finger dip between my folds. He’s perusing and adding to my humiliation.

“You’re a soaking mess,” he taunts cruelly. “Love being degraded like a little whore, do you, slave?”

Flipping me onto my back, he wrenches my thighs open, and his ravenous mouth laps at my entrance. His nails bite into my inner thighs as he eats my sensitive pussy all over again, even more animalistically this time.

I don’t even care about the harsh floor digging into my back.

He’s my entire universe.

“Kingston!”

Seconds from falling over the edge, he rips his lips away.

“No!”

“Keep crawling.” He rises to his full height, wiping his mouth and towering over my panting frame. “Or you’re going to make us late.”

I stare, debilitated, losing my mind.

“Please fuck me.” I sound nothing like the confident me. Shamelessly, I spread my legs wider, tempting him with my open pussy still buzzing from his tongue. “Please.”

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