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She had to be strong to play his warped games, and as her tongue lapped at the liquid, there was no choice but to play.
Humbling herself by his feet, only one thing was certain in her mind.
She couldn’t allow Lawes to win.
Chapter Twelve
Control
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TRIUMPH WASHED OVERLawes in waves as she lapped from her bowl.Struggling with the water, her discomfort was clear from her crimson cheeks.Human tongues were not designed to drink from pet dishes, and Hannah’s lack of finesse revealed just how ill-prepared she was for the task, but her mortified tussle was absolutely mind-blowing to witness.
“That will need practice, too.”He arched an eyebrow at her, leaning back in his tired chair.
“Yes, Mr.Lawes, sir.”
He could tell the blushing woman on her knees was trying her best to appease her captor, and he appreciated the struggle.It had taken a lot of effort to get her there, scraping the money together to provide all the essentials she needed.The internet might have provided him with what was required, but finding the means had been altogether more difficult.Beckoning her forward with one finger, though, he knew she was worth every penny.He’d have paid twice the price to have her where he wanted her.
“Kneel at my feet.”
He pointed to the spot he intended as she made her way across the drab linoleum floor, pulling in a deep breath when she came to heel.The air inside the dilapidated house was the same as it had been the prior day, but filling his lungs with it, the oxygen had never tasted sweeter.
“You look good down there.”His cock stirred as she settled on her haunches.“Is your submission all coming flooding back?”
“Yes, Mr.Lawes, sir.”
Her gaze fell to her knees, her voice pained.He’d have preferred her to look at him when she answered, but he accepted her reticence, recalling how she’d landed at his feet.Hannah thought she’d been going on a date with the wonderful Saul, yet she’d ended up back in his twisted grasp.She’d require a period of adjustment, but he had faith that she’d ease into the submissive state he’d trained her for, especially as there was no longer anyone else there to distract them.
“Can I trust you to wait here while I make myself a drink?”He wondered aloud.
Hannah’s chin rose slowly, her breaths labored as she met his eyes.“I’ll be good, Mr.Lawes, sir.”
“Will you?”
His response was curter than he’d intended, but gripping the end of her leash tighter, he was reminded of all the willful ways she’d acted at the dental practice.Hannah was much more than a pretty face.He’d need to keep an eye on her responses before he could start trusting her.
