Page 119 of Now Their Starlet

“Color?”

“Green,” she says, swallowing hard.

God, she’s perfect.

I reach out and brush at her cheeks with my thumbs, wiping away the small smudges of mascara. She worries her bottom lip between her teeth, that adorable line between her brows making an appearance.

“It looks like you have something on the tip of your tongue, Honey.”

“Am—am I allowed to ask you to make me come? Please, Everett, I’m—I’m dying here.”

“Hmmm, I don’t know if I’ve ever heard of someone dying from orgasm denial. Do you know some submissives wear chastity belts or cock cages for weeks or months for their dominants?”

Her eyes go wide with horror.

“You’re not—you’re not going to make me wait that long, are you?”

“No,” I chuckle. “But I want to indulge myself a bit more.”

“Indulge yourself?” she asks, her brows drawing down again.

“Yes. Because witnessing you like this is an indulgence, my dear.”

I reach out and tug down the neckline of her dress until her tits are spilling out over the top of it.

Her chest heaves as her breathing deepens again. With her arms bound behind her back, her posture makes it so she’s forced to stick out her chest.

“So pretty for me,” I murmur.

“I probably look like a mess,” she huffs.

My eyes narrow and I press my thumb against her lips. Hard enough she’s forced to part them. I press the digit down against her tongue.

“Even if you do look like a mess, you’re my mess. And I find you like this to be the hottest thing on the planet. So unless you want to argue with me and tell me I’m wrong, I won’t hear you speaking down on yourself. Do you understand?”

She offers me another one of those nods, sucking my thumb, her eyes sparking with a glimmer of mischief.

I pull my thumb from her mouth with a wet pop.

“Good,” I nod, taking a step back to admire the sight of her.

Thighs glistening with arousal. Arms bound behind her back. Tits exposed and held up, almost in offering, by the neckline of her dress.

She runs her tongue along the inside of her cheek.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she snarks.

I can’t help but let out a bark of laughter.

She really is a brat. Lucky for her, I enjoy the push and pull of getting her to submit to me.

“Oh, because the idea of being watched turns you on, hmm?” I comment, crossing my arms over my chest.

I watch as her thighs flex as she fights the urge to close her legs. Good, that means she’s learning.

“I wonder what the others would say if I took a picture of you and sent it in the group chat. I’d be very interested to see what sort of music Beck would write then.”

“You—you’d do that?” she asks, her eyes going wide.