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“Oh, little Aria…tsk, tsk, tsk. You do not truly believe I meant crawling with the pretty dress hiding your gorgeous tits as I enjoy the sight of them swinging with their tips so red from my teeth, do you?”
“You only said ‘crawl to me’,” she points out with fire burning in her eyes as she wields that bratty tongue like a butterfly shaking a battleaxe. “Maybe next time you should be more specific.”
I lift a brow. Crescendo whistles low.
Oh, I’ll punish her that one. A light punishment. Hmm…I believe I have just the thing for my little brat.
She is still submissive enough to drop the gown, and I do enjoy those heavy breasts swinging like large apples in awindstorm. While all tits are beautiful, I can say no others have roused my cock so much. They are a work of immaculate art. Well-endowed. Creamy flesh. A forever undertone of pink. The kind of breasts for which a sovereign would commission a master sculptor to spend decades chiseling those flawless beauties.
More beautiful with my teeth marks upon them and the nipples like fat, red berries.
She crawls the few steps, arrives at my feet, and eyes the stony extremities.
“A foot fetish, have you?” I tease her. Not that I judge.
She flicks her chin up and shakes her head. “No, my Lord…” Oh, she’s laying it on thick. “I was just imagining what they would look like if I drew little red hearts across all the toes.”
Shooting shit hearts, this girl!
The tune of Demi Lovato’sConfidentplays in the background, and I brandish a menacing but silent snarl at my jester. Aradia blows him a kiss, which he makes a show of catching. I roll my eyes as he touches his chest and makes the exaggerated gesture of his heart beating.
She is quite the handful. Her nipples harden more as I stare her down while the corner of her lips tugs slightly to betray a little smirk. A deeper pink suffuses her lovely skin.
Lowering my hand to my belt, I slowly unhook it, noting how her posture changes—her spine straightening and chest filling with a thrill of air, which only pushes her tits out more.
“Tell me, Butterfly,” I reach into my pants, “have you ever sucked a cock?”
She chews on her inner cheek before shrugging. “Not one attached to a man.”
Hmm…fascinating. Hunger heats my blood and hardens me more when I consider how my cock will be the first to grace her lovely mouth.
“Have you ever seen one?” I stroke myself, building up to it because I know I am likely to find release almost as soon as I slide my crown into her tight, little throat.
She shakes her head.
“Never?”
Another shake of her head.
“Answer me properly, little Aria,” I growl.
“No, my Lord. I have never seen a cock attached to a man.”
“Good girl…” Yes, she blushes deeper. “You may brat, but you seem to know the rules quite well, do you not?”
Not to mention her comfort with exhibitionism and baring her voluptuous form. Crescendo remains near with his hands folded behind his back as he plays casual instrumental music.
“Yes, my Lord Eros.”
“How old are you, Aradia?”
“Twenty-eight, my Lord.”
A fine age. One shortly following the brain’s maturity.
“And how do you know this dynamic so well? Don’t you dare say Fifty Shades, or I will wallop your ass so hard, your soul will turn red,” I threaten playfully, and gods—that little giggle!
“Not that, but I do read a great amount of smut, sir. My travels have taken me to a lot of motels and hotels, and I preferred reading to the cable. And…well, I had a dominatrix for a few years…” Her eyes lower, her chin following, and I can tell how her tone held a bit of despair. What the fuck happened?
