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She paused, licking her lips, her eyelids fluttering. “Full,” she said. She closed her eyes. “Good.”
“And how do you feel, knowing you won’t be coming tonight?”
I reached down again, massaging her clit with her arousal. She was soaking wet. I quickly pulled her out of her clothes, unbuttoning my own shirt. But today wasn’t about me. Today was about showing her what I expected. I might have been a greedy sonofabitch, but I was going to get what I wanted. My fingers rubbed up and down her slick folds, and she whimpered. “Don’t tell me you’re already close,” I said. “You can’t even follow one single rule. I don’t care if you go to the Marked Blooms. Or the cops. Or anyone, for that matter. All I want is for you to obey my rule. No one touches this body without my permission. Do you understand? And you will not come until my dick is so far up your ass you see stars.”
“I didn’t come,” she whimpered. “I didn’t—”
“And you better not right now. Because that’s not my dick in your ass, is it?” I growled. “My dick isn’t going to be as forgiving.”
I moved the toy in her ass, playing with her sensitivity, then rubbed her clit in slow circles, until her hips were bucking forth, begging for an orgasm. Then I knocked my hand between her knees until she was spread apart, barely able to stand. I slapped the inside of her thighs, the smack ricocheting through the room. My handprint raised on her skin. Her jaw dropped, her knees trembling.
“You have to be ready for anything, puppet. The sacrifice is coming.”
I slapped her thighs until her skin was dotted with purple and my palm burned from the sting. As I rubbed her warm thighs, she grimaced, whimpering at my touch, but still, her hips moved forward, begging for more. I resumed manipulating her slit, giving her a taste of what she wanted, teasing her. She moaned, the longing rising inside of her.
“Don’t come yet, puppet,” I murmured. She whimpered, biting her lip. Her hair was messy, her makeup running, and she held her breasts, squeezing them. Wanton. Desperate. I smacked the back of her hands, making them drop.
“Did I give you permission?”
“No, sir,” she whispered.
I sucked in a breath. I never asked to be called ‘sir,’ but when a woman said it, it filled me with control. It showed that they were subservient, fit to pleaseme.I moved the toy, making her squirm.
“It feels better than you thought it would, doesn’t it?” I asked. “Say it.”
“It feels better than I thought it would.”
Keeping my thumb on her clit, I pressed a finger inside of her sopping wet pussy. I groaned, relishing in her slick, velvet walls. “Louder, puppet.”
“It feels so fucking good,” she cried out, her body convulsing.
“Don’t you dare come.” I slapped her clit hard and she jumped, but her hips moved forward, not letting me escape. She shut her eyes, biting her lips, trying so hard to obey, even though she wanted to come. And it would be so easy to let it go. To come and release and feel good everywhere.
But she wanted to give it to me. Just like I wanted her to. My puppet.
My dick pulsed against her, desperate for release. But I kneeled down, bringing my warm mouth to her clit, moving the toy with one hand and my other fingers deep in her pussy. She tasted salty and sweet, and ripe. Her pussy walls clenched around me, coming to the edge, and she shoved me out of the way, falling back against the wall. Her body seized with energy.
She panted, keeping her palms pressed flat against the wall. Her eyes wild.
She had passed the test.
And that power—her submission—felt right. More than I liked to admit.
But that didn’t matter. I was going to take what I wanted.
But not yet.
“Be good, puppet,” I said.
And without another word, I left.
CHAPTER 7
Lena
The next night, after I got some money from the bank to leave for my favorite housekeeper, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I opened up the black bag, glancing inside. It was filled with different equipment; rope, toys, lubricants, cuffs. Some toys were even sealed as if he had bought them for me. For a moment, I considered trying them all to see what I liked. But Desmond’s rule popped into my mind. I smiled to myself. I mean, I was already disobeying an order by looking in the bag. What harm would testing out a toy do?
But I zipped up the bag. I wanted to be good. To prove that I was capable. Maybe it was for Desmond, but part of me understood it was for myself too. I wanted to be punished. But I wanted to please him more. For me.
