“Choose, Princess,” he husks, pulling me flush against him.
Deepening the kiss, I feel his desperation and need as he slips his tongue into my mouth. Sliding it over mine, he coaxes me into returning his affection. Every second that passes, he becomes a little more insistent. Demanding my love, demanding my obedience. I do so gladly, losing my mind and my morals within his passion.
Without warning, Sutton breaks our hungry kiss with a masculine groan. Abruptly pulling away, he leaves me wanting and breathless. His deep blue eyes lock onto mine as he lifts his hand to trace my lips with the tip of his index finger. This is one of the most surreal and intense moments of my life, I don’t know if I can agree to what he desires.
“Now it's time to make your choice, my beautiful Dolly,” he says, his voice warm and deep. “Be a good girl and choose correctly.”
epilogue
sutton
Tightening the handcuff to her thin wrist, I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth. Tugging on the chain, I make sure it’s securely locked to the metal headboard before I look down at her flushed face. Her blue eyes widen as I move to touch her cheek with my knuckles. My heart tightens from her pleading expression, but she brought this upon herself. My conscience is clear; she knows that every action has a consequence.
“Oh, Princess. You chose wrong,” I husk. “I’m so disappointed.”
Licking her lips, she fights against her restraints. It’s starting to sink in that she’s completely at my mercy. I would feel sorry if I didn’t know that this isexactlywhat she wanted. If she didn’t, she would have made the right decision.
“Please! I’m sorry…please…don’t do this, Sutton! Sutton! No!” she begs.
Displeased by her reaction, I growl a low warning. She probably isn’t thinking too clearly at this moment, but I’ll be damned if she disrespects me.
“Excuse me, Princess?” I ask, arching a dark brow. “Who told you that you could address me like that? Try again.”
Taking in a shaky breath, she barely nods her head. Boldly meeting my gaze, she reins in her panic just enough to soften and submit to my request.
“I’m sorry, Sir…I know better.”
Humming a reply, I nod my head.
“Yes, you do. Now try again,” I command.
Scrunching her face, her bare breasts rise and fall with her quick breaths. I swear I could watch them all day, especially now, but unfortunately our time together is running short. She readies herself to speak once again, giving me the sweet smile that she knows will play upon my heartstrings. She’s such a clever girl.
“Sir, I’m sorry, I really am. Please have mercy on me? Please? I love you so much! Please?”
Leaning my head, I soak in every single one of her beautiful micro expressions as I decide her fate. Should I be lenient and let her make amends? Or should I follow through with what I have hardened myself to do?
“Please, Sir? I love you with all my heart. I’m sorry,” she says.
Pushing out a sigh, I close my eyes as I savor her words. She is so lucky that she has me wrapped around her little finger.
“Fine,”I concede, reluctantly opening my eyes. “I won’t edge you into oblivion. But just so you know, you deserve to be. YouknewI was on a very important phone call with my lawyer, howdareyou take your clothes off right in front of me.”
Wiggling her nude body under mine, she gives me a cheeky smile that makes my cock twitch. She’s pleased as punch that she’s won once again. Truth be told, I am too. I don’t like denying her anything anymore.
“It was wrong of me, but may I remind you thatyouwere the one that followedmeinto the bathroom knowing I was going to take a shower.”
Well, damn. She’s got me there.
“I was just walking through to get to the closet, I wanted to make sure I had the cufflinks Mama gave me for Christmas, I know she’s going to ask about them. But I told you to wait, and you didn’t. You knewexactlywhat you were doing, Princess.”
Pressing her lips together, she fights to hold in a laugh. She has turned into quite the little brat over the course of the past six months, not that I’m complaining. I do enjoy putting her in her place, and so does she. Though, I have had to tone down my punishments just a little.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I couldn’t help it. I love making you come undone,” she admits, playfully tugging on her handcuffs.
“Mmhmm. I know you do, you spoiled brat,” I tsk. “But now it’s my turn. Isn’t it?”
Leaning towards the nightstand, I open the drawer and pull out our blue and white Hitachi wand. I don’t like to use this too often because she cums like a freight train when I do, but we’re due to leave for Saturday night dinner in oh, twenty minutes. We’ll take things nice and slow when we come home. If she isn’t too exhausted by then.
