Page 79 of Until I Own You

I wouldn’t survive if I lost him.

“And besides…” His hand trails up to my collar, framing the lock in his fingers. “There are so many ways for me to enjoy you. You will find so many other things that bring you to subspace. You trust your Dom, don’t you, pet?”

Seth holds the key to my lock. That’s not a euphemism. It’s reality. And I would never have given that power to someone I did not trust. “Yes, Sir.”

He lifts a finger and strokes my cheek.

I feel his hardness at my back. And I want it. Want it in my hand. In my pussy.

God, I even want it in my mouth, though blowjobs never appealed to me.

Unless I was imagining Seth’s cock.

I reach back and try to stroke him through his pants without thinking.

Seth jerks away. “Ah-ah-ah, no. That’s not for you to touch without my saying so.”

I flip around to face him, grabbing at his waist. “I want to please you. Please let me please you.”

Darkness clouds Seth’s eyes. “You are being a brat, Bridget.”

I suck in a breath. I don’t want to be a brat.

“And I’ll only say this once…” His hand slides between my legs and then he holds my pussy again in his palm “Brats are not allowed here.”

My fingers dig into him as his grip intensifies.

“Your submission pleases me,” Seth says. “That is all.”

Seth hooks his fingers inside me, this thumb working on my clit. Takes less than ten seconds for him to make me come.

I collapse into his arms.

“All your orgasms are mine from now on. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimper into his arm.

Seth sucks in a tight breath. “You may not touch yourself. May not make yourself come unless I demand it of you. Say you understand.”

I clutch his arms tighter, fingers turning into claws. “I understand, Sir.

He hums in laughter. “So needy. So desperate. So mine.”

Seth facilitates my sliding down his body until I am on my knees and my face is pressed up against his thigh. He fists my ponytail and jerks my head to his crotch, pushing his hardness against my face.

A moan escapes me.

“You want my cock, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Seth rubs himself against my face.

I can smell him through his clothes. It is an addictive smell, the salty pheromones of his groin.

“You will wait for my cock. Say it.”

“I will wait for your cock, Sir,” I say against the hard ridge, dragging my lips along the bulge.

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