Page 106 of Ryker

“Good girl.” I cup her chin so it stops quivering. Shoving my thumb into her mouth, I wait for her to close her lips around it. “That’s it, baby. Suck.” She draws me in. Her mouth is hot and soft, and I can’t wait to fuck it.

Her teeth scrape my knuckle when I pull out and I know damn well she wants to bite me.

It makes my dick hard.

Walking backwards, I crook my finger. “Crawl to me again.” She whimpers but obeys me. Her hair falls into her face as she follows me through the house, up the stairs, and into my playroom. Shoving the door open, I let her crawl in first. “What color are you?”

She’s too busy gawking at my playroom to respond, so I snap my fingers loudly. “What color are you, Tara?”

“Green.”

I believe her. The shame in her eyes has lifted substantially.

Squatting down, I make sure she’s fully focused on me. “There’s nothing wrong with being turned on by any of this.”

“I… know.”

Her tone says otherwise. I arch my brow. “Own what you like.” I tip her chin. “I’ve crawled like a dog for you, too. And I’d do it again in a fucking heartbeat.”

Her chest rises and falls with her heaving breaths.

Pressing my thumb on her bottom lip, I smear it, distorting her mouth a little. “First, punishment. Then reward.” Walking over to my St. Andrew’s cross, I cuff one of my wrists. Tara watches in silent confusion until I say, “Come over here, Butterfly.” When she tries to stand, I quickly command, “On your hands and knees.”

She crawls to me and waits at my feet.

Tara’s so pretty when she’s a puppy for my love. “Cuff my other hand.”

She runs her hands up my legs, waist, and ribs until she reaches the cuff and buckles it around my waiting wrist. I didn’t tell her she could touch me, but I’ll let it slide. “What now, Sir?”

“You’re going to be a good little slut and sit in front of me.”

She sinks to the floor.

“Lift your dress.”

Her brow furrows as she obeys. Spreading her legs wider, Tara rucks her flowery dress up to her hips.

“Take your underwear off.”

She does.

“Now I want you to listen carefully.” Her blue eyes lock onto mine. “You’re going to crawl back to me, stuff those soaked panties into my mouth, and then sit back where you are and get yourself off. You’re going to show me what I missed that first night, Butterfly, when I was a bastard who left you alone.”

I should have never done that. Damage control be damned, I should have given Tara all of my energy and attention the instant she picked me. Fuck that. I should have given her my time and devotion the instant she caught my attention in the club months ago.

“Use anything you want to get off with. Make me pay for neglecting you.”

She cocks her brow. “Anything I want?”

“Whatever I have is yours.”

I just used humiliation to get her hot and bothered. Now I’m giving her all the power and confidence she needs to punish me and take her power back. The change in Tara is instant.

My girl shimmies out of her pretty red panties and crawls to me like a panther, not a wounded puppy. Keeping eye contact with me the entire time, she scrapes her nails along my thighs and chest, then viciously stuffs her underwear in my mouth. I think she might have split my damn lip.

Fucking hell, she’s perfection.

Tara stands back and regards me like a painting. “I want your shirt unbuttoned,” she says.

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