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She shifted to her knees, looking disheveled and gorgeous, her lips bruised, red, and puffy from my mouth.
“What do you even mean?” she exclaimed, throwing up her hands. “I don’t even know what you mean!”
I grabbed hold of her tresses, fisted them, and brought her close to me. Caressing the side of her arm with the edge of my belt, I said, “It means I do whatever I want with you.”
She yanked her head away, but I only tightened my hold on her. Her nails came out to play, scoring down my chest.
Aww, my little kitty wanted to play.
“Have it your way,” I warned. Pulling her head back, I pressed her into the bed, grabbed her wrists, and brought them together above her head. Dragging her up the bed, I tied them to the bars of the headboard with my belt. She thrashed beneath me, but it took very little effort to get her under control. She might be strong, but I was huge. She was no physical match for me.
“Dammit, Tatum. You’re such an asshole. You can’t just tie me up like a fucking hog.”
“Language, Clara. This vocabulary is beneath you,” I warned with a clucking of my tongue.
“Fuck you,” she hissed with a glare.
I easily parted her legs and settled between them. Her skirt rode up her thighs, giving me a good look at the wet spot in the gusset of her panties. I didn’t need more proof she was mine, but I appreciated it, nonetheless.
“Mmm. I’m going to taste you,” I warned her with a smack of my lips.
“You are not,” she raised her voice in alarm. “Anyway, I said I’m to remain a virgin.”
My gaze snapped to hers. “Are you hard of hearing, girl? I said I’m going to taste you. There’s a lot I can do to this hot sexy body of yours without busting through your cherry. But outside of that, nothing is off the table.”
“No, please don’t,” she whispered, surprise filtering through her voice. She was used to her word being automatically obeyed, but I wasn’t one of her Hagi lackeys, I was her man. Time for her to learn what that meant.
In any case, her hips were making circles on the bed, her body instinctively seeking relief. Her skin was flushed. Her eyes were dilated. Her pussy was wet. Oh, my queen wanted it.
Without further ado, I ripped her shirt straight off her. Her chest heaved, breasts practically spilling out of the black satin bra I’d bought her. The knowledge that she was dressed in clothing I’d provided made my heart sing.
Unhooking her bra from the front, I kissed her hard on the mouth before tonguing my way down her throat, playing with both nipples before continuing my journey along the slope of her belly to the lace edging of her matching panties.
Eyes wide with shock, her mouth gaped open. Breathing hard, she just stared at me as I angled my gaze to hers when my mouth made contact with her satin-covered mound.
A sharp gasp. I had to remember she was an innocent, even if I’d already fucked her cunt with my mouth, but I had to bind her to me.
A moan escaped as I exhaled warm air on her needy pussy.
I fondled her tits, thumbing at pink nipples as tight as screws under my tongue.
“Oh, fuck.”
Throwing her a glare, I took my mouth off her and warned, “Language.”
A flicker of worry crossed her face. Afraid I would punish her for her indiscretion, she apologized. Clara was a quick learner, even if I sensed that she’d test me soon enough. It was in her nature, and I was more than ready to withhold her pleasure as punishment. But first, I had to get her cunt addicted to my tongue.
Shoving her panties down her legs, I made myself comfortable between her splayed thighs. All that pink, glistening flesh laid out for me like a feast. And feast I would. Feast and gorge.
I gave her a few laps of my tongue, each one eliciting a gasp or moan, before delving into the heart of the matter. I suckled her clit and lapped at her lips, repeating the motion wherever her body jolted in response. Soon, I had her writhing beneath me, lifting her hips to grind her pussy against my face.
I pressed two fingers deep inside her. I didn’t doubt her when she told me she was a virgin, but man, she was as tight as ever.
Her smooth, milk-white skin was marked red where my fingers had dug in too deep or where her skin heated up in excitement. There was a high flush on her cheeks and sweat glistened on her hairline.
I liked seeing my fingerprints on her skin and pressed harder to leave a more lasting imprint. I loved how strong Clara was. She moaned each time I tightened my grip on her, manhandled her, or yanked her hair. I turned my head and sucked a hickey into her inner thigh, biting down for good measure. She gave a little scream.
Ahh, my baby girl liked a bite of pain.
