Page 24 of Possessive Ink

“All of me?” she questions breathily.

“Step closer.”

She shuffles forward until her toes are almost touching my sneakers. Reaching around her, I unfasten her bra, then push her panties down, deliberately not looking at her fully until she’s stepped out of her underwear and I have them clenched tightly in my fist.

“Step back.”

Closing her eyes briefly, she takes a step back, then snaps them open and looks at me, daring me to criticize her. But you can’t find fault with perfection, and completely naked I’m in awe of how beautiful she is.

Without the bra, her breasts are full and heavy, her nipples large and a rosy shade of pink. Her pussy is bare except for a thin strip of blonde hair that coats the edges of her lips. Even without getting any closer, I can smell her arousal, and my already hard dick starts to weep into my pants. I can’t fucking wait to get inside of her, but this isn’t about me, not yet. First, it’s all about her.

Inhaling sharply, I smile. “Kneel for me, Princess. Right here.” I point to a spot on the floor to the right of where she’s standing.

“Kneel?” she questions.

Nodding, I hold my hands out to her. When she places her palms in mine, I dip my head toward the floor and the thick faux fur rug I specifically requested for this exact reason. Some Doms like to see their subs at their feet because it reconfirms the hierarchy in the relationship. But for me, I just enjoy the anticipation.

Eyeing the floor, then me, she uses my hands for support as she clumsily sinks to her knees. If we were in a club, or if I were a strict Dom, that’d be a reason to correct or punish her. But honestly, I find her inexperience fucking adorable. I don’t want someone who knows how to “act” like the perfect sub. I just want Lemon.

“Perfect,” I praise. Pinching her chin between my finger and thumb, I tip her head back far enough that I can lean forward and press my lips to hers. “Don’t move,” I tell her gruffly.

Pushing up to my feet, I collect her clothes from the floor. Then I leave her in the bedroom and step into my closet, hanging her dress up so it doesn’t get too creased. I drop her bra into my laundry hamper and fold her damp panties and place them into the empty display case next to the one that holds the necklace I plan to fasten around her neck.

Not rushing, I leave her kneeling a little longer than I need to, waiting to see what she’ll do and how long she’ll stay put. But when I step back into the bedroom, she’s still where I left her, her full, plump ass resting on her heels.

Her eyes follow me as I step in front of her. “I was promised worshipping,” she whispers, her voice breaking a little as she speaks.

“Yes, you were, Princess. We should get to that, shouldn’t we?”

“Yes,” she says quickly.

“Yes, what?” I prompt.

“Yes, please?” she asks, confused.

I shake my head.

Understanding lights up her eyes. “Yes, Sir. We should get to the worshipping.”

Grinning, I offer her my hands again and help her to her feet before I grab her hips and swing her into the air, throwing her down onto my bed.

Her giggle is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. “Oh my god.”

“Not god. Sir,” I remind her, parting her legs and staring at the beauty between her thighs.

“Yes, Sir,” she says.

“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever fucking seen, Princess,” I praise, lifting my leg and planting a knee onto the mattress beside her. Pushing her thighs wider, I crawl between them, the scent of her need becoming heady the closer I get to her.

Squirming beneath me, Lemon plants her heels and lifts her pelvis up toward me, begging for me to touch her. But when and how I worship her isn’t her choice anymore. It’s mine. Lifting one of her legs into the air, I slap my palm against her ass cheek.

“Atticus,” she shrieks, her eyes wide and outraged.

“Sir,” I growl, spanking her again in the same spot.

“Ow, Sir, stop,” she moans.

“I decide how I worship you. Do you understand, Princess? Pushing that perfect little cunt into my face when I haven’t asked you to will just get your ass spanked again. Do you understand?”