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“Can I try it?”
“Try what, Love?” I ask, encouraging her toreallyask me.
“What you give, Luca.Can I try?”
“How about we start small, yeah? You’re day has been emotionally exhausting enough, and I don’t want to push it.”
She breaks my stare and looks down at her lap. That just won’t do. “I’m only going to say this once, Josephine.” My hand brushes along the column of her throat. “Lookat me.” She gasps as my hand cups her face and jerks it back toward me.
The command in my voice changes her expression entirely. It heats with passion and want…need.
“Here’s what you need to understand if you want this, Joe,” I declare. My hand lets go of her face and moves back down the column of her throat, and over her chest, memorizing the way the slope of her body changes as I get to her breasts.
“I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. There is no bullshit with me.” My fingertips trail over her peaked nipples, and the whimper that spills past her lips sends a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.
“I didn’t say no, did I?” When she doesn’t immediately answer me, I pinch her nipple. “Did. I?”
“No,” she answers breathlessly.
Pushing the blanket out of the way, my hand trails down the center of her stomach, and her eyes flutter closed as it approaches her pussy. “I simply said we will start small.”
I cup her pussy. My fingers spread her open as I drag them through her arousal. “Because it would kill me if I took this too far when you weren’t ready.” I dip the tip of my finger into her opening, and when she wiggles in my lap, I pull it right back out. “So we start small, and you do as I say. Understood?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, and she cries out, “Try again.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Heat burns through me as the words leave her lips. My entire body feels like it’s on fire for her, and I want her to burn right along with me. Quickly, I throw her off of me so she’s lying on the bed, her head facing the end, and kneel between her parted legs. Without further preamble, I shove two fingersinside of her. The feel of my fingers in her cunt has us both groaning.
“I don’t think you understand the lengths I’m willing to go to make you cry out in pleasure, Love.” With my free hand, I reach up and wrap it around the front of her throat. And when she tilts her chin up to give me more room, the fire that was burning in me turns into a raging inferno. I squeeze it gently and watch as her eyes flutter in pleasure.
“Sebastian, please,” she begs.
“This pussy is mine, and I will do with it as I please. Clear?” I growl, spearing her with my fingers.
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers as she holds back the orgasm that’s already threatening to break free.
“Tell me. Tell me this body is mine to tease. Mine to kiss. Mine to hold. Mine tofuck.However and whenever I want.”
“Seb—”
“Tell me,” I beg. “You want to be mine. Then bemine. Be mine to worship. To make you happy. To fulfill your every waking desire. Be mine, and let me be yours. Tell. Me.”
“I’m yours,” she pants, her eyes burrowing into my soul as she says the words. She means it.
She’s fuckingmine.
“I’m yours,” she repeats. “Worship me, and let me worship you. Kiss me. Fuck me. Bemine,Sebastian, and I’m yours.”
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Josephine
Sebastian’s eyes go dark, and then it’s like an entirely different beast has been unleashed.
Jerking his fingers out of my pussy, his opposite hand releases from my throat and leaves me gasping for breath that I didn’t even realize I was struggling to take in. He scoots down the mattress and drops to his elbows. “Spread those legs for me, Love.” I do as he says. “Wider. More. Let me see that pretty pussy.”
