14
Open Your Mouth, Pet
Declan
Teal looks up atme with wide green eyes, and I get what I’ve been craving: her submission.
Every other piece of the puzzle might be shifting in my life lately, but she kneels in her place at my feet.
Her colorful hair grazes her shoulders, and in this light, some pieces are the emerald shade of her eyes. She looks too damn pretty as she parts her lips and an innocent breath escapes. As a blush crawls up her neck and paints her cheeks like I’m going to paint her face in cum.
I’m going to make a mess of this girl.
She thinks she’s broken now, but I haven’t even gotten my hands on her yet. I plan to corrupt every innocent inch.
Gripping the armrests, I don’t move. I just wait.
If she wants this, she needs to take it. She needs to admit to herself she’s desperate for me even if she hates me. That she’s in this as far as it gets.
She’s going to show me what she admitted to her doctors—that she’s as sick as I am.
It’s why I’m the only one who can give her this.
Teal reaches forward and grabs the base of my cock. I swear it grows in her hand.
An electric pulse radiates from this girl. A current only she can seem to tap into.
My jealous little pet.
I can’t help smirking at the thought of how she reacted to Cora. I knew it would piss her off; I just wasn’t sure how much.
Teal might be mad for what I did, but she’s the reason it got that far. Testing me like I won’t use the opportunity to push her to her limits. If she had let me, I might have blown my load down Cora’s throat to prove a point.
If Teal wants me, she can have me. But without her claim, I wasn’t going to make it easy on her.
Of course, Tealene didn’t let it get that far. She broke like I expected because she’smine.
“You want my cum? Then you’ll have to work a little harder for it than that,” I say when she’s still staring at me. “How long has it been since these pretty lips have sucked a cock?”
Teal wets her lips, blinking me into focus. “I haven’t.”
“Never?”
She shakes her head, and I grin at the innocence bleeding from her confession. She really should know betterthan to tempt me with that kind of admission. It won’t make me go easy. If anything, I’m going to rip her throat open until she feels nothing but me every time she swallows for the rest of her life.
“Lift,” I direct her.
Control her.
It’s what I’m good at. What I crave. And like the perfect pet she is for me, she obeys.
Teal raises so her mouth hovers over my cock.
I lift my hand to her cheek and rake her hair back. “Spit on it.”
Her lips press together, and I sense the pause in her eyes. But she doesn’t take them off me as she follows my command. She leans forward, and spit dribbles from her perfect lips to my rock-hard dick.
It trickles down my shaft, and when it reaches her hand, she starts to stroke like the good girl she is.