The excitement flooded me.
Coming up for air, I grinned. “Want to play rough, baby? I like rough.”
Her head thrashed as she shivered slightly, crying out, “Make me cum, damn it!”
My grip tightened on her hips as I hoisted her legs over my shoulders and devoured her.
Thoroughly enjoying myself, I lapped her pussy. My tongue plunged deep into her once more, and I hummed as my teeth grazed her clit. She screamed as the first wave of pleasure overtook her, and my mouth flooded with her juices. My tongue trailed down her wet pussy toward her tight pink hole. Tickling her hole, she cried out as my teeth grazed over the forbidden. She bucked wildly, and I tightened my grip on her as I licked her from asshole to pussy, spreading her juices.
“I’m claiming all of you tonight, Josephine.”
Panting, she cried, lost in her euphoria.
“You are mine, Josephine. Tell me I can have all of you,” I declared as I rubbed more juices around her tight hole. Her eyes latched onto mine, and for a moment, I saw uncertainty in her eyes. My arousal was so intense, my heart about burst from my chest. My cock pulsed dangerously against my pants. I watched as she lay there, panting. The massive orgasm I had just given her gave her luscious body a sensual glow.
Holding my breath, I awaited her decision.
“Will it hurt?” she whispered.
“Only if you want it to,” I said truthfully, reaching for her hand. “Come stand and place your hands on the desk, and do not let go.”
Walking around the desk, I stopped in front of her.
“I found something interesting about this desk.” I cryptically grinned, pushing a button on the side of the desk as two leather straps released from the front.
“What the hell?”
Chuckling, I replied, “Seems your father enjoys his foreplay.”
“Are you saying?”
I nodded lightly, laughing, and I said, “Oh yeah.”
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
My mind raced with all the possibilities I desired to show her about my life. Securing the straps around her wrists, Ilooked into her eyes and grinned as she panicked, struggling and pulling against the restraints.
“Trust me, baby,” I soothed as I leaned my head down and kissed her neck. Walking around the desk, I stood behind her, running my hand up and down her back as my other reached between her legs, rubbing her clit. Her body relaxed, her breathing returned to normal, and soon, desire replaced the unknown.
Leaning over her, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up gently.
“You belong to me, Josephine. You speak only when spoken to, and when you address me, you will call meSir. You don’t get to say what I will or will not do. When I tell you to do something, you will do it without question. Am I clear, baby?”
She slowly nodded.
Grinning, I nipped her ear and growled, “Punishment time.”
She gasped.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Josie
“Punish me,” I whispered, because apparently, my brain staged a coup d’état and replaced my common sense with the‘let’s-see-what-happens’committee.
I mean, seriously, who says that to the man who just stared them down like a particularly intense badger eyeing a delicious bee? He’d never spoken to me like that before—all demanding growls and smoldering gazes.
It was... unsettling. Like finding out your fluffy kitten secretly had a black belt in karate. But then, there was that look in his eyes, a dark chocolate swirl of longing that somehow made the whole‘punishing’thing seem less like a medieval torture session and more like... an adventurous Tuesday night.
