Page 4 of The Possession
Mmm, I adored his wicked tendencies. Even when they hurt.
A moan caught in my throat, but I knew better than to release it. Signs of eagerness would not be rewarded.
Master Luka adored patience.
However, I could never hide my body’s reaction to him. The evidence of my excitement would be found between my legs.He’d likely make me suck his fingers clean. Then perhaps give me another part of his anatomy to worship with my mouth.
I liked the way he tasted, the way he smelled, the way hemoved.
I nearly squirmed at the thought, then remembered my place.
As if he sensed my impending disobedience, Master Luka chose that moment to return with his guests.
The scent of brandy wafted around them, mingled in expensive aftershave and a cologne that was all Luka.Peppermint spice. I inhaled through my nose, reveling in the aroma ofman.
“Savannah,” my Master murmured as he moved to stand in front of me. All I could see were his fancy black shoes and his trademark dark slacks—Master Luka preferred designer suits. And he looked amazing in them.
“Are you thirsty, baby?” he asked me, his hand shifting across my view to show the drink he held.Definitely brandy,I thought, recognizing the notes in the air.
“Yes, Sir,” I told him softly. He really could mean all manner of things with his question, but I would accept whatever he desired and he knew it.
The forefinger and thumb of his opposite hand slipped into the brandy to retrieve an ice cube, then he brought it to my lips, painting them in cool liquid. “Open.”
I did and fought a moan as he dipped the coldness inside. My parched throat swallowed greedily, telling me I’d been kneeling in this foyer for longer than I’d realized, because I was dying of thirst.
Yet it wasn’t a drink I truly wanted, buthim.
I licked his thumb, salivating for a taste of him. He smirked, then removed the ice cube and brought the glass to my lips to tip the contents back into my throat. I accepted his gift, allowing the alcohol to cool my racing nerves.
This was only the beginning.
We had the whole night ahead of us.
And I couldn’t wait.
Luka
Savannah was a work of art.
Gorgeous.
Obedient.
Mine.
I removed the glass from her lips and brought the rim to my mouth, desiring a taste of her. She was my ultimate craving, the one female I never grew tired of. Which was precisely why I claimed her.
My exquisite pet.
My prized possession.
My perfect slave.
I set my glass on the table near the wall, my foyer suddenly feeling a thousand degrees too warm. I’d hung up my jacket in my office, along with my tie, but that didn’t stop the rush of heat from overwhelming me at the sight of my Savannah waiting for me on her knees.
I unfastened my cuff links, then dropped them into the bowl on the foyer table and began to roll my sleeves. It was a studious motion, meant to demonstrate control but actually allowed my forearms to breathe.
Declan and Ian were too busy studying Savannah to notice, their hungry gazes roaming over her submissive position. The three of us had played before, years ago, but this was theirfirst time meeting my new pet. Although, I supposed she wasn’t verynewanymore.
