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“Yes, Master.”
He nodded. “So tell me... Who do you belong to?”
“You, Master. You. Please fuck me... please,” she whimpered. It was so pathetic that if she’d had any shame left she surely would have died of it.
Quill crossed his arms over his chest and regarded her seriously. “No. Not yet. I told you. You haven’t begged enough yet. But I won’t leave you completely frustrated.”
He turned the vibrator back on. “I want your eyes on mine this time. I want you with me while this happens, okay?”
“Y-yes, Master.”
It was more difficult than she imagined to hold his stern gaze as the vibrator caressed the bundle of nerves between her thighs. The blindfold had been a sort of mercy. Closing her eyes would have been equally kind.
But he refused to let her hide from him. As if she weren’t already as open to him as she could possibly be—he wanted her with him mentally and emotionally. Simple eye contact was the most naked of all the things he’d demanded of her.
The instinct to close her eyes to seek some private shelter in which to find her pleasure was strong, but she forced herself to hold his gaze as she came again.
“Good girl,” he said as he turned off the vibrator.
Saskia’s panting breath slowly resumed its normal cadence. She couldn’t stop the words that spilled out next. “I don’t understand why you won’t fuck me. Do you not want me? Don’t you find me attractive?”
God, was shereallydoing this? Was this his plan? Play on her insecurities? If so, it was working. Perhaps too well. She’d been so busy being half afraid he’d rape her that she hadn’t been prepared for this utter rejection. She’d thought she’d have to steel herself against the idea of him fucking her because there still existed a hollow echo of the way she’d seen him when he was just a too-rich business man who always got his way.
Instead, she was begging for it. Just like he’d promised she would. Yet somehow she’d believed he was all talk, that she might have to beg in some token way, and then he’d fuck her. She hadn’t even believed she’d be safe from his cock if she chose not to beg. She thought he just had that much ego.
Hedidhave that much ego, but she kept falling into it and rolling around in it like a wanton whore.
“Yes, Saskia, I find you very attractive. But despite all other evidence, I’m not an animal. And I said I would own you. I didn’t mean I would just control you physically and restrain and imprison you. I meant I wouldownyou. I said you would beg and worship my cock. And I’ve decided it’s not time to fuck you yet. When I decide it’s time, you’ll be the first to know.”
“But... I don’t understand why you don’t just take it...how can you...?”
“How can I resist you? My, what a high opinion we have of ourselves. I get all of my needs met. Don’t worry.”
Somehow it hadn’t occurred to her that he was fucking other women. Of course he could hold out indefinitely with her if that were the case. He could torture and tease her forever and never give her the filling penetration she so urgently needed now.
She wasn’t his only source of pussy.
But hadn’t she seen that was the situation with her own eyes at the club? He hadn’t been fucking those two girls, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t planned to. He’d just been interrupted.
And with her sleeping in the cage in the gallery, anyone might be warming his bed at night.
She felt suddenly more exposed lying as she was, spread open before him, evidence of her pleasure sliding down her thighs. While he rejected her.
“Jealous?” he asked.
She looked away.
Quill moved closer until he stood just over her. The fabric of his pants brushed the insides of her thighs. Her gaze slid involuntarily to the bulge in those pants.
He took her chin in his hand and raised her gaze to his. “It is not your concern who I fuck. You belong to me, not the other way around. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.”
She glanced back to his erection. “But don’t you at least want...?”
He smiled that dark smile. “Don’t I at least want what?”
