Page 173 of Wicked Little Thief

“Hey, pretty girl. Where’s your mom?”

He didn’t give a shit about the cardinal sin anymore.

“I’m right here.”

He turned to watch her emerge from the corner of the room. She was naked, wearing nothing but her collar, with her hands nervously in front of her. It reminded him of the first night she came home with him after getting out of jail.

He opened the cupboard and gave Phoebe a treat, then loosened his tie and rolled his cuffs to his sleeves.

“I’m going to my office. Bring me a beer. And you’re going to want your princess pillow.”

The princess pillow was what he allowed her to sit on when he expected her to sit at his feet.

He paused at the thermostat. “And I’ll go ahead and turn this up, since you won’t be wearing clothes for the next week.”

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Utah

She understood why he was mad. He was right, she should have told him what happened.

But she thought her motive was an acceptable one. The only reason she wasn’t protesting too loudly about being punished was because she usually enjoyed everything that came with sitting at his feet.

Liam sat at his desk on the phone and pointed to a spot on the floor next to his chair. She handed him his beer and placed the pillow down before settling in next to him.

He gestured for her to sit up, so she scrambled to her knees. Placing the call on speaker, he used both hands to play with her tits and tweak her nipples while he talked.

Utah knew better than to moan out loud, so she bit her bottom lip as he fondled her.

He released his hold on her boobs and leaned back in his chair, snapping his fingers as he did.

She knee-crawled between his legs, then unfastened his belt and pants so she could pull them to his ankles, taking his boxer briefs with her as she did.

His cock bounced when it sprang free, and she wasted no time running her tongue along his tip then down his shaft.

Using her hair as a handle, he guided her mouth to his balls and softly growled, “Suck.”

She pulled one nut into her mouth, tracing her tongue along the skin before releasing it with a pop and pulling the other one between her lips.

He held her face tight against him, making her face wet as she licked and sucked. One of her favorite things was when he used her without abandon.

“We’ll talk more tomorrow,” he said to the person on the other end of the phone, then hit the end button.

Tugging her hair to pull her mouth away from him, he reached down and held face between his hands, staring into her eyes.

His face was stern when he said, “Don’t ever lie to me again, little bee.”

She shook her head. “I won’t, Sir.”

He reached behind her head and steered her mouth to his cock.

Directions weren’t necessary. She knew how he liked to be pleasured. Hearing him moan from what she was doing to him was the sexiest sound in the world, and by the time he came down her throat, ordering her to take every drop, she was horny as fuck.

She was sure that was exactly what he’d intended when he tucked himself back in his pants and resumed working while he paid no attention to her perched on the pillow at his feet.

After an hour, he took the last pull of his beer, and set the empty bottle on his desk.

“Go get me another one, little bee.” Then, as if his bad manners bothered even his Dom side, he added, “Please.”

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