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She nodded, chin bumping his fingers.
“What a good little whore you are.” He rubbed his thumb against her lower lip to soften the words.
“Yes, Sir.”
Daniel rose, grimacing as his cock rubbed against his fucking pants. He swung one leg over her head, and made his way to the Den.
He had some very specific toys in mind. If he found what he was looking for, Autumn’s ass, pussy, and nipples would all soon be throbbing.
And if she was a very good girl he might even let her come.
Chapter 11
Pet.
Slut.
Whore.
The words created a tight knot in her stomach. One that hadn’t been there when Daniel was present, but he’d left her with her thoughts as company. Her thoughts were not always the kindest companions.
When she spoke the words in the quiet of her mind, they were spat with derision. That wasn’t how he’d used them. Coming from Daniel they’d been, if not exactly compliments, almost accolades. Like being called a ‘bitch.’
That thought made her smile. She considered it a point of pride the first time a man had called her a bitch for being—in his mind—too aggressive. Too successful.
“Smiling? I like that.”
She’d heard footsteps—not the first set to walk along the path behind her—but hadn’t realized it was Daniel until he spoke.
She twisted to look at him, maintaining her kneeling, palms up posture.
Daniel was carrying a massive duffle bag. He eased it gingerly off his shoulder. It was clearly heavy, and when he set it down there was an audible thump.
Autumn glanced from him to the bag and back again. “Do you have…a body in there?”
He straightened, putting his hands on his hips. He’d changed out of his suit pants and undershirt, putting on a pair of Dom leathers and boots, along with a black tank top. He was pulling off the man in black look very, very well.
“A dead body? No. Luckily, necrophilia isn’t one of our assigned N words.”
“Good lord.” She knew she was making a face. “Well I’m pretty sure even if it was, I would have marked that one with a big, fat no.”
He stepped over the bag and took a seat on the bench and carefully maneuvered one heavy boot between her legs. She sucked in air, wondering if he was going to use her very wet pussy to shine his boot.
She was certainly wet enough, and as degrading as it was, she wanted his foot nudging her pussy. Not because she had a degradation kink, but because she was so aroused, she’d take any stimulation. At least, if he was the one doing it. Anyone else…well, that was a different story.
“Now if we’re talking about a live body—”
She had to jerk her attention away from his boot—and fantasies about its possible application to her pussy—to his face, and then to the duffle bag.
“Maybe I had another sub climb in there, and they’re the toy I’m going to use on you.” He leaned down, a smile tugging the corner of his lips and his eyes sparkling with sexy, dominant amusement. “Would you like that? Having another sub laying under you, their tongue teasing your clit each time I ordered them to lick you. I wouldn’t let you come like that, of course.”
She shivered, one of those full body shivers that made her shoulders twitch and her areolas puckered in tight.
“Oh, you like that idea.”
She arched a brow. “What’s not to like, Sir?”
He laughed, grabbed her gently by the neck, and pulled her in so he could lean down and kiss the top of her head.
