Page 87 of Honey Bee Hearts

He grins. “I would enjoy that.”

I tip up my chin. “Then no.”

His husky chuckle goes straight to my core. He lazily moves around the room, coming around me, disappearing behind me. I refuse to turn, to show him I’m afraid, even as every instinct inside me demands I not turn my back on a predator. I feel his presence behind me, like a heavy shadow, holding me hostage. I hold my breath, waiting to see what he’ll do.

When the chain comes down over my head, I jerk, surprised, but the moment I go to pull away, his hand clamps around my chin from behind and holds me still.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chastises as he adjusts the dog collar around my neck. “No fighting it.”

It settles between my breasts, and I look down, confused, before he spins me to face him.

“Now,” he purrs. “On your knees, Annie Oakley.”

I narrow my eyes. “No.”

His lips quirk. “Very well.”

His hand is around the end of the dog collar so fast, I don’t even see him move. He pulls the end, and the collar suddenlytightens around my throat, cutting off my air. I reach up for it, clawing at him, but he only smiles as he repeats his words.

“On your knees.”

Darkness dances at the edges of my vision as he keeps it tight. Fuck. Fuck! I drop to my knees hard, and he immediately releases the collar, letting me drag in great drags of air as I strain to fill my lungs.

“What the fuck?” I choke, rubbing my neck.

“You may be dressed like a sheriff today, Fable, but right now, I’m in charge,” he says. “And right now, I’m going to fuck you until I’m satisfied.”

My pussy clenches. Holy fuck. Dangerous doesn’t even begin to cover it.

“You like that?” he purrs, leaning down to pluck my hat from my head before hanging it on a hook on the wall. “Just wait until my cock is buried inside that sweet cunt of yours. You’ll be begging me to stop.”

“Is the collar necessary?” I ask reaching up to touch it.

“Yes,” he replies. “It looks good right there resting on your tits.” He grabs a fistful of hair. “And when you don’t listen, I’m going to tighten it until you come to heel.”

“Like a dog?” I scowl.

“Not like a dog,” he corrects, leaning down to rub his thumb across my bottom lip. “Like you’re mine.”

Why is this so hot right now? My feminism is slapping me in the face. But I understand this isn’t about Colt respecting me or not. This is sex, raw sex, and Colt likes to be in charge here. This is something completely different.

“Open your mouth,” Colt orders. I pop open my mouth and he smiles. “Good girl.”

A bolt of pleasure shoots through me as I kneel there with my mouth open, waiting to see what he’s going to do. He touches his finger to my tongue, and I close my mouth, sucking on it,drawing a moan from his lips as he watches me do it. He shoves his hand deeper so suddenly, I gag before he pulls back out.

“Open,” he orders. “Unless I say otherwise.”

My eyes water as I look up at him and he grins at the sight of it. When he starts to unbuckle his pants, I watch him hungrily, waiting until he frees his cock and lets it stand proudly in front of him. He steps forward and touches the tip to my lips, tracing around it. I keep my lips open, looking up at him for permission.

“Do you want this cock, Annie Oakley?” he purrs.

I nod my head, my eyes on him.

“How badly do you want it?” he asks. “Show me.”

I look down at his cock and lean forward, tracing my tongue along the tip of it. His hand threads in my hair, holding tight, and when I would pull away, he presses deeper, pressing his length to the back of my throat and making me gag again. He moans at the feeling of it, his fingers going to the corner of my eyes where moisture gathers.

“Your throat feels so good,” he tells me. “I’m almost tempted to fuck it ‘til I come, but I have other plans for you yet.”

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