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Her hot, thick curves and the alcohol in my stomach warm my blood. A grin moves across my lips as I lift the collar. “Put it on. Now.”
She bats her lashes at me. There is a sultry slant to her eyes that is new and intriguing, throwing me off guard.
“Okay,” she purrs, and her smooth voice fucks with me further. My baby takes the collar from my hand and brings it up between us. I don’t know what she is playing at, but I’m willing to take part. I just hope she knows the rules. Shoshanna slides one of her fists along the length of the leather, making a show of the motion. She hums, and the sound forces me to stiffen.
Then she stands on her tippy toes.
And when she reaches around behind me, wrapping the collar around my throat, I hiss. My cock damn near wrestles its way out of my jeans. Like that alien inAlien.Fuck me.
“Naughty girl,” I rumble.
“Naughty boy,” she counters, and I’m both aroused by this switch and eager to fuck her until she can’t walk. She takes a steady step back, and I loosen my hold around her, letting her slip from my arms.
“Now,” she says, sashaying over to the mirror, “let’s get something straight, Butcher. You are not the boss of me.” Facing her reflection, she undresses.
The cords in my arms contract as I refrain myself from grabbing her. I’m fixed on her as she leisurely removes her shirt, exposing her slender shoulders, her little waist, the swell of each hip, and the two dimples above her round arse. Her skin is olive and flawless. I lick my lips. In the mirror, her breasts heave with nerves, but I pretend not to see the subtle slip in her cute play at dominance.
She unclasps her bra, letting it slide from her shoulders and puddle at her feet. My eyes burn into her soft flesh. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.
Slowly, she slides her shorts down, bending over to free her feet from them. Her round arse and the pretty folds of her pussy flash at me. I lift my fist to my mouth, biting down on my knuckles and groaning my arousal out.
She spins around, swallowing hard when she sees my flaring eyes, my fist between my teeth. For a split second, she looks wary. I fight the urge to study her pussy, anchoring my gaze on her nervous amber orbs.
“You’re mine,” she whispers to me, her words so soft but their meaning so fucking loud.
Fucken, ay, baby.
I agree.
I am.
She struts her hourglass body over to me, her dark hair spilling down her breasts and back. I drop my gaze to study her naked physique in motion, study the bounce of each breast, the rise of each hip, the sway of each thigh.
She reaches me, standing so close her light brown nipples brush my stomach. Lowering my fist, I peer down at her through hooded eyes. I curl both hands in tight, willing them not to open and grab her. She smiles at me and a little slice of peace slips into my heart. Into my mind.
Where it’s strangely quiet.
Peaceful. . . yes.
Her hands slide under my shirt, over the ridges of my abdominals, and I groan to the feel of each gentle touch. I help her remove my shirt; my baby’s not tall enough to do it alone.
I clench my teeth together when she drops to her knees. Fuck, she’s beautiful. She unbuttons my jeans, sliding them and my boxers down my thighs. As she releases my cock, it bounces up against my abdomen, and I groan my approval; my buddy wanted out a while ago.
She gapes at it, and I watch her wet her lips with uncertainty. I chuckle at her expression.
He’s a fucking meal, right, baby?
I grip the base and drag my hand up the full length, squeezing my pre-cum out until it beads on top. “Lick it off,” I order, forgetting that she wants to be in charge. She does as I command. Leaning in, her warm wet tongue laps at the cum on my slit. My legs nearly buckle. “Swallow him, baby. I’m wearing the collar. He’s yours to take care of.”
Shoshanna takes my erection from me, her fingertips unable to meet around its girth. I throb in her palm, bucking my hips towards her lips.
“Open.”
She parts her lips to accept my cock, slides it through her warm wet entrance, along her tongue, and to the back of her throat. Her lips close, creating suction. Shifting my weight, I watch her head bob to take me deeper and then draw back when her throat contracts around me, activating every nerve along my shaft.
“Fuck,”I growl through a strained breath. She always did like to suck my cock. She likes to bring me to my knees with the swipe of her tongue. Feeling my arms shaking with stimulation, I realise how much I want to fist her hair and take her sweet mouth like I would her pussy.
She works me into a state. Her tongue undulates beneath the head of my cock while her fist squeezes the base, the part she can’t quite fit inside her.
