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Actually, no I don’t. I want to put more on her and when she blows me have it on my cock and smeared all over her face.

It’s when—not if—when and that when’s going to be happen once we reach my room.

I’m not so sure how far to push it as I release her and start up the stairs, giving the special collar small, light tugs. I don’t want her to try and kill me—I think she might be capable. But angry as she is, she did kiss me back, and the erratic beat of her heart as I brushed against her told me she might just like this.

Of course she does.

It’s me.

And I’ve got her all tied up.

It’s the how far I’m having issues with. I want to push and taunt. I want to call her my pet, my good girl, but something tells me when the tables are turned—because she’s going to try to do that—she just might get the bad kind of violent.

And I don’t want to accidentally hurt her when fighting back. All fights should end in good filthy places.

So I keep my mouth shut until we reach my room.

I turn and I lean on the door, tugging hard on the leash so she stumbles into me.

“Jessie, baby. You are a walking sin,” I say, sliding a hand between her legs, rubbing the dress against her naked flesh.

The dress is thin.

She’s wet.

I groan as a shudder passes through her. “Still want me dead?”

“Your blood outside your body,” she says, ruining the words with a moan and a flex of her hips into me. “What’s not to like?”

“Naked and fucking seems more fun.”

“With you?” she asks, her mouth right near mine.

“Yeah, and you want it. Question is, what do you think I should make you do?” I ask.

She looks up at me, eyes glittering and making me, unbelievably, even harder. Honestly, I’m not sure if I can walk normally now. “Release me and find out.”

“No, I don’t think so. I like you tied up, in chains…well, leather… I’m thinking you should be a good girl, please me.”

“I don’t want to please you.”

“Oh, sweet little bunny,” I say, biting her throat then licking over it, “yeah you do.”

“No,” she whispers, brushing her mouth against mine, “I don’t.”

“And I fed you homemade box mac and cheese.”

“Bite me.”

“That’s in my plans.”

I push my door open and drag her in, slamming it shut behind us. Then, I pull her, shortening the leash and crouching down, so she’s got no choice but to go down with me.

“I think I know what I want. Your mouth on my cock.” I get back up, unzip and ease out my erect, aching cock.

She looks at it like she wants to sink her teeth into it.

“Suck, Jessie.”

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