Page 168 of Westin

Her head lolls. “Yes, sir.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m so wet for you, sir,” she gasps as my fingers cup her sex.

I’m still high on the adrenaline of killing David and the others. My baser instincts are at the forefront. It has taken everything I have to be civilized so far, but that shuts off as she arches her back and pushes her perfectly round ass against me, begging for it.

I want her to come. I want to drown in her pussy.

“Go sit on the bed,” I order.

She obeys, crossing her ankles. Her eyes follow me as I leave the room, and they widen when I return with a padded chair with wooden arms. I put it at the end of the bed, facing the fireplace.

“Take your panties down,” I say firmly.

She doesn’t hesitate. Her hips wriggle as she hooks her thumbs in them, and they fall around her ankles.

“Sit,” I order.

She does as she’s told. I lift her and arrange her body so she’s sitting on her heels. I take the handcuffs from the dresser and fasten her wrists to the arms of the chair. She shudders when the collar goes around her throat, the soft silk and her new name resting against her skin.

She stays quiet, watching me with wide eyes.

I go into the closet and pull the bottom drawer in the cabinet out. She hasn’t found these toys yet, which is probably for the best. I spill the bag out onto the bed and pick up a little leather harness.

“This fits over your hips,” I say, kneeling before her.

Her brow creases, but she doesn’t protest. I slide the delicate straps over her ass. Then, I press a curved vibrator inside her pussy and settle the flattened upper end over her clit. It clips into the harness tightly enough that she can’t wriggle it off.

Her lips part. Her big eyes follow mine as I go to the dresser.

“Where did the whiskey come from?” I ask.

“Wedding gift,” she says softly.

I pour a glass, neat, and turn to face her. The air crackles. I flick the remote in my pants pocket on low and have a sip of whiskey. It’s very good.

She moans softly, body shuddering. Her lashes flutter.

I turn it up, and her eyes roll. She’s soaked; I felt it when she was in my lap. It doesn’t take long for her first orgasm to roll through. Her breasts heave as it ebbs, and her eyes open, big and desperate.

“Sir,” she gasps.

“You’re alright, darling,” I say gently. “Be a good girl and have another.”

Her hips jerk, and her hands fist as I turn the vibrator a notch higher. I take a slow sip of whiskey, rolling it on my tongue.

Her eyes flutter shut.

“No. Eyes on me while you come,” I order.

Her soft brown eyes snap open and fix on me.

“I can’t hold it back, sir,” she whimpers.

“Don’t then,” I say, taking a step closer.

Her spine goes stiff. Her body shakes, and her soft, golden waves fall over her bare shoulders. My eyes fall to her cleavage, swelling over her bodice. God, she’s so beautiful, it’s hard to believe she’s real.

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