Page 27 of Twisted Empire

I grabbed her shoulders and leaned in close. “So many excuses,” I said, shaking my head. “But you broke a promise to me, and you know it. You said you wouldn’t go anywhere alone while we’re in this situation. You promised.”

“I already explained why I—”

I clamped one hand over her mouth, cutting her off. “You’re still mine, aren’t you?”

Her eyes widened. I released my hand from her lips. “Yes,” she whispered.

“That means I have to take care of you. How can I protect you if you won’t even follow simple rules?”

A pink flush crept into her cheeks. “It was just a shower.”

“I still needed to be there. I need to know you’re protected. Always. Got it?”

She nodded slowly. “Yes. You’re right, I should’ve woken you up. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

I moved even closer, my face only inches from hers. “You’re sorry, huh?”

Another nod. “It was stupid for me to go out alone. I see that now.” Her cheeks were now flaming red. It was fucking adorable.

One side of my mouth turned up in a cruel half-smile. “Get down on your knees and show me how sorry you are,” I growled.

Tatum immediately did as I said, sinking to her knees, her eyes still glued to me. I hooked a finger in the side of her mouth, and she let out a breathy moan.

“You do want to be mine, don’t you, Doll?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

“Say it properly.”

“Yes, Master,” she said. Her voice was shaky, her thighs trembling. I couldn’t see, but I knew her pussy was dripping with arousal, coating the insides of her panties. She loved being afraid when it came to me. “I really am sorry.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because I feel bad,” she said, her voice still quavering. “I broke my promise, and I broke the rules. I… I should know my place.”

“And what is that?” I arched a brow.

“Your little slut. Your toy,” she murmured. “Yours to command.”

My cock ached with arousal. I smiled down at her, stroking her hair with one hand. “You’re also my girl. The greatest thing in my life. I don’t want to lose you,” I said crisply. “That’s exactly why I need to punish you now. You disobeyed me and left without my permission. I could’ve lost you, all because you felt like misbehaving.”

“Yes. I understand.” Tatum’s eyes were still glued to mine, a lusty haze shimmering in them. Her bottom lip was trembling.

“I know exactly how to punish a naughty little girl like you,” I said. “I’m going to fuck every single one of your holes, and I’m not going to let you come.”

Tatum moaned in protest. “Please… just once…”

“No. Not even once. You earned this, and you’ll take it without complaint,” I said, unzipping my pants and taking my stiff cock out. “Now strip and take it in your mouth. I want to mess up all that pretty makeup.”

She let out a little whimper as she hurriedly began to remove her clothes. “Yes, Master.”

She looked right up at me as she licked the precum off the tip of my cock, her eyes wide and innocent, as if she’d never done this before.

I knew better, but I loved it when she played this role: my innocent little submissive who wanted nothing more than for me to turn her into a whore. She came alive when I treated her like this. Like she was merely an object created to serve me whenever I pleased.

She’d painted her lips with some sort of rose-tinted gloss, and when she opened them wide and let me in, head bobbing back and forth, I let out a deep groan, watching as she coated my dick with sticky pink smears. I weaved my fingers in her new red hair, pulling her closer to me. She moaned and started sucking me deeper, eyes still on mine. My cock hit the back of her throat over and over as I began to thrust back and forth, fucking her mouth as hard as I could.

“Good girl,” I growled when she started to choke, tears forming in the corners of her wide eyes. “Good fucking girl.”

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