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“Please, Hendrick…please…”
I start finger fucking her again, slow, and I’m betting he did this, too. Of course he did. Her cunt is delight personified. Her cunt is a siren’s song.
But I play her, strumming, until her breathing changes. Then I start kissing her, sipping at her mouth, moving to her ear, her throat, licking a path and biting on her jugular, where I want her to wear my mark.
I suck on that spot until she’s writhing, pawing at my pants, at my hard cock.
Then I go back to her mouth. I kiss her hard and deep, my tongue invading, meeting hers, and it’s like our tongues fuck. I feel it everywhere, tiny pinpricks of need and delight springing up all over. The ache in me is intensifying, pushing me to myedge, the one where I’ll take her and fuck her stupid, until we both come.
So I stop.
I pull my fingers from her, and I open the shower door, reach in, and turn it on.
Then I leave, only to return with the waterproof arm band.
Magdalena’s where I left her. I take off the bandage, snap the chip into place and put the band on her.
“Here’s the deal. Shower and then cover the bruises.” My gaze drops to the one forming on her throat. I touch it. “Except this one. Hair up and dress in the amber dress and heels I’ll put out.”
“Anything else?” The bitterness at me stopping before she came is strong, stinging the air.
I smile. “Yes, don’t touch yourself in the shower. If you do, there’ll be trouble.”
“Bastard.”
“You have half an hour.” I walk out of the bathroom and don’t look back.
“Bingo.”
The assholes who took her sent her a message; rather a photo of a necklace. That’s all. I frown and take a photo of it with my phone and send it to both Damon and Jac.
Find out what this is, who it belongs to.
Who made you fucking king?Jac texts back.
I text,I think it’s the first jewel. We need to find out who it belongs to.
Not your lackey.Then another text comes in from him.Put Carlos on it.
I take a shower in the guest bathroom and dress. I’m sitting on the bed when she comes out, naked.
Her gaze drops to the package on the dress. Without a word, she opens it.
I get up and take the toy I’ve bought recently with her in mind. “Bend over on the bed. Ass up, legs apart.”
Pushing the butt plug into her cunt, I get it nice and wet. Then I pull it out and push it slow into her ass. When that’s done, I pull the little butterfly piece from the bed.
“This is a fun little thing…” I fit the body over her clit, and the wings are a latex that flare out to fit around her hips and thighs and meets up with a piece that slips along her slit and up between her ass cheeks. I clip it into place. “It’ll stimulate you when I press a button and also hold the plug in place. Get dressed, we’re going out.”
She stands, looking at me. There’s no underwear. “To…?”
“Dinner, Cat. Fancy. And I’m going to be very, very inappropriate.” I lean in after she pulls the dress on. She smells like her again, that scent that haunts me, makes me hard. “If you come when we’re out, I’m going to punish you. Understand?”
“I know my word.”
“Are you going to use it?” I whisper against her ear.
“No.”
