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“Sir, please,” Autumn cried out.
“What do you need, pet?” He watched her carefully when he used the word. He’d chosen it because she’d mentioned Master Carter’s 24/7 partner Pet in her confession. The word would have connotations for her, but at the same time, it was also almost an endearment. A—haha—pet name.
“It hurts, Sir.”
“And does my slut like it when it hurts?”
She blinked, then looked down, seeking his gaze. “Do you like hurting me?”
Yes, because I’m a monster.
“It’s my right, my privilege, to give you what you need.” He surprised himself with the intensity of his words. “And you need pain. You need to be pleasured and punished. Not punished for your desires. Punished for the way you treat yourself.” He hadn’t meant to get that deep.
Autumn was looking down at him with a soft hope that made his heart hurt. Made him burn with a need that wasn’t physical.
“You need to be my pet. My slut. My whore.” He enunciated the words, making them hard, but not derogatory.
“Just for you,” she whispered.
Their gazes met and held for a long moment. She looked away first, and he was both disappointed and relieved.
“Arms down,” he commanded.
She shook out her hands as she relaxed her upper body. Her legs stayed spread—not that she had much choice given that she was straddling his knees. She’d wiggled around just enough while he was biting and sucking her tits that the fabric of her thong had worked its way further between her labia. The puffy, slick lips were protruding lewdly on either side of the dark fabric.
He wanted to strip it off her and bury his face between her legs the way he’d done with her breasts. Maybe even bite and suck her pussy, leave her marked down there.
But he couldn’t put his mouth on her vulva, or use his bare fingers to fuck her vagina. That was a level of intimacy outside the scope of this scene.
There were plenty of other things he could, and would, do to her.
He reached between her legs and once more ran his nail over her clit. Her hands fisted at her sides as she threw her head back, thrusting her hips forward.
“Very good, slut.” He patted her pussy affectionately, watching to see how she reacted to the word slut without “my” in front of it.
“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured in the smooth, even tones of a submissive who was deep in their subspace.
“On your knees, legs spread. Sit back on your heels.” He waited for her to drop into the position, her legs splayed on either side of his feet. He carefully raised the toe of one shoe and rubbed it against her pussy.
When he pulled back the leather was damp.
“What a good whore to polish my shoes with your cunt.” He tucked her hair behind her ear, pairing crude words with a tender gesture.
She turned her face into his hand, rubbing her parted lips against his palm. There was no cringing withdrawal or teary eyes.
What Autumn needed was to be used while also being cherished—not one thing followed by the other. With another sub, it might have been harder to offer that level of care, because he would have had to fake it to some degree. Not with Autumn.
Enough feelings shit.
He was in complete agreement with his inner voice.
The flogging he’d given her ass and tits had been gentle, meant to warm her up for what was to come, while also setting the tone for the scene. He wanted to pull her over his lap and spank her ass until she was shrieking in protest, her legs kicking in the air, butt red and tender.
They might get to that. The night was still young, even accounting for the time they’d spent talking behind the building. Maybe he would get to spank her tonight. Maybe he could leave her butt sore and aching to go along with the bite marks on her tits.
Fantasizing about that was not helping his control, and his cock was already so hard that he was pretty sure there would be a zipper imprint on it when he finally took his pants off.
Daniel gripped her gently by the throat, waited until her eyes met his. “Stay like this, pet. I have a few things I’m going to get.”
