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“Would you really let someone see me like this?” she asks, almost breathless.

All I can do is smile, “Of course not, little bird. There are no guards inside the house at night, and if someone did happen to see you in this position they’d never live to tell a soul.”

“Good,” she whispers in reply and continues to let me guide her to the bedroom. I notice the small trail of liquid that seems to follow her. She’s so turned-on she’s making a mess of the floor.

“You’re making a mess of my floor. Maybe we should turn around and I can have you lick up this mess you’re making.” She doesn’t reply, and I pull on the belt tighter, enjoying the harsh breath she takes.

“Please, Callum, please fuck me. I’m dying.” Her begging is adorable, but I’m not ready to give in just yet.

“Keep crawling. Let’s go into the bathroom.” Of course she follows my demands, her movements quicker now. She’s desperate for my cock, and I can’t blame her.

By the time we reach the bathroom, I’m close to blowing my load. I’m barely restraining myself. Tugging on the belt, I force her to stand. Her legs are shaky, although she manages when I grip her by the hip to steady her. “Put one leg up here. Spread yourself wide for me. I want to see my pussy, and how turned on being my pet makes you.”

“Yes, please. God. I swear if you don’t fuck me soon.”

“Shhh,” I growl into her ear and watch as she lifts her leg onto the marble counter, displaying her swollen pussy. She’s so turned-on, her clit is engorged. I’m not surprised. I’ve played back in my mind how easily I made her pussy squirt back at the club.

I tear off my clothes and shove them to the floor, not caring that I’ve ripped fabric or buttons in the process. Grabbing onto the belt once more, I wrap it around my fist, once, then twice, forcing her back against my front. She’s teetering right on the edge of the marble, barely able to stay put.

I meet her gaze in the mirror. “Look at you. Look at what I do to you. Do you see it? Do you see how bad you want this? How bad you want me? Yet, you deny what we share. You deny that I want you and that I want to be with you. Does this look like a man who doesn’t want you? Does this look like you don’t want me?” Her blue eyes shimmer, and I wonder if she’s going to cry. I don’t want to break my little bird, but I also need to prove a point. I need to prove that she is mine, and that we’re one.

I’m never letting her go, so she needs to accept that fact now.

“Callum, this isn’t about us,” she groans.

“Oh, but it is, little bird. It’s always been about us. We both know what this does to you. How it feels, letting me touch your body.” She lets out a strangled moan while the skin of her cheeks and throat start turning a pretty red color as I pull the belt tighter.

“There's nothing more beautiful,” I whisper in her ear, peering into her eyes in the mirror, “than watching you melt into pleasure. It's happening right now. Your eyes darken, and your lips part so you can breathe.”

“I need more than this,” she whispers, closing her eyes, softening against my chest.

“More?” I know what she means, but rather than giving her what she wants, I let my fingers slide through her slick heat to circle her puckered asshole.

Her body goes stiff as I pepper kisses along her throat until she loosens up. “Tell me you want me to take your ass.” Now that she’s good and slick, I begin to probe deeper, toying with her. Seeing how far she’ll let me go. When she whimpers, I sink in up to my first knuckle. So tight. “Tell me. Say… Callum, I want you to fuck my ass.”

“No,” she whispers, shaking her head. “It would hurt too much. I don't want that.”

Still stubborn.

“But what's pain without a little pleasure?” I whisper, nipping at her ear. “It's okay, little bird. I don’t have to take your ass tonight. There is always tomorrow, or months from now. Soon enough though, I’ll take your ass, Bianca. And when I do, you’ll be begging me to do it.”

She lets out a guttural moan as I tease her ass, and I wonder how much of it is anticipation running underneath her fear. I’m vividly reminded of how difficult that first thrust inside her pussy is, and the thought of her tight ass struggling to take my cock as well excites me. So tiny and fragile. The fact that I could so easily break her, but I choose not to.

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