Page 98 of The Penalty

“You’ll be tied to my bed or wherever I want to restrain you. And then I’ll fuck you so long and so hard you won’t remember your own name. Only mine.”

She clenched around my fingers. I loved how much she loves this.

“Do you understand, Tori?”

“Yes.”

“Who do you belong to?” I shoved my fingers deeper inside her, curled them, and pulled out slow. When they hit the spot that drives her mad, her knees buckled.

“You,” she whimpered. “I belong to you.”

“Yes you fucking do, dirty princess.” I let go of her neck and pulled my fingers out. When I stood in front of her to suck my fingers clean, she smiled.

“Do you want to continue?”

“Green.”

I walked back over to the desk, turned to face her, and leaned against it.

“Kneel here.” I pointed at my feet.

She hadn’t taken a full step when I lifted a hand to stop her, lowered my voice, and commanded, “Crawl to me.”

Her lips parted on a sharp exhale. A subtle pink stained her cheeks. Her hands shook ever so slightly. All the different ways her body reacted to me went straight to my groin, making my cock exceedingly happy.

The wanton stare she leveled at me as she sank to her knees was almost enough for me to abandon this little game and take her where she was. I could tell from the impassioned glow in her eyes she was having a hard time not saying something smart.

Despite a brief, shallow sigh, she started crawling. Slowly. Deliberately. Eyes locked on mine.

The dark fire burning between us intensified.

“I love watching you, my gorgeous girl. You are so sexy.”

I memorized how her back dipped and the supple curve of her ass as she moved. The way pieces of her hair fell and framed her face.

Then she bit her lip and grinned.

Thank fuck I’d trained my body for years not to react until the precise moment. Not moving proved to be a challenge.

Her smile remained when she knelt in front of me. I grabbed her chin, tipping her head up.

I made short work of unzipping my jeans and releasing my cock. “Open.”

With a flirtatious gleam in her eyes, she parted her lips. I slipped inside the warmth of her mouth, pushing until I was buried down her throat.

“Fuck...Victoria.” No matter how many times we’ve done this, the sensation of her mouth on me always sent a shudder rippling through my body. When she swallowed against me and her throat squeezed around my length, I almost lost it.

“That’s my filthy princess. So eager to please,” I growled.

Her eyes watered when she looked up at me. My legs shook from the effort it took not to lose control and come down her throat.

Loud, raucous laughter echoed in the hallway. I couldn’t remember if I’d locked the door or not. At this point, I did not give one flying shit.

Victoria didn’t even flinch at the sound. In fact, she took me in deeper. Part of me wished someone would walk in and marvel at the perfect woman kneeling at my feet, wearing my name on her back, worshipping my cock.

“So good, love,” I rasped. “This feels so fucking good.” My head fell back. I closed my eyes, getting lost in the silky heat of her mouth, thrusting until I felt the back of her throat.

We settled into a rhythm, slow at first, then faster and harder.

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