Page 77 of Seeds of Malice

"Your lips, sucking my big cock," he roars.

My cheeks grow hotter. I glance at the door, but the same adrenaline that filled me when my father was banging on his door mixes with my fear.

"If you think I haven't thought about how you took all of me inside that pretty, slutty mouth of yours, you're wrong. I can't stop thinking about it. In fact, I'm obsessed with it. You have no idea how good you are at it either," he claims, in a voice loud enough for the entire store to hear him.

So much heat fills my face that I might start sweating.

He drags his knuckles down my cheek. "What's wrong? You don't like me complimenting you or telling you how much I enjoy you? Should I not do that?"

I ponder his question.

Stop being silly. I want to know what he likes and doesn't like.

Act like the woman Dax Carrington deserves.

One who makes him happy.

"Yes, I like to know what makes you happy," I quietly reveal.

Satisfaction appears in his expression. He steps back and snaps his fingers. Then he swirls his finger in a circle with a dirty grin, ordering, "Strip, my little slut. Show me what you got."

I take another nervous breath, put my hands on the bottom of my tank top, and slowly pull it over my head. Then I shake my hair so it swings all over my back.

Dax's grin grows. He praises, "You fucking whore. That's it. Now, let me see those pink titties."

I reach behind me, unhook my bra, and hold the top, letting the straps fall off my shoulders. I slowly take my arms out one by one, then slowly hold it out and dangle it in front of him.

He groans and holds his hand over his heart. "Fuck. You're so fucking hot."

Excitement surges through me.

Yes, I can do this, I tell myself.

It's as if he once again reads my thoughts. He licks his lips, steps forward, and slides his finger past my slit, right on top of my hole but doesn't slide it inside. He again keeps his voice at the same loud volume, stating, "I wish everybody could see you like this. You don't know how fucking sexy you and your wet cunt are, do you?"

I stay quiet.

He chuckles. "Yeah, you and your wet cunt are my little whore. Now, turn around. Put your hands on the mirror and spread your legs."

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Dax

Fear fills Ivy's expression. I know I'm embarrassing her. She's fully aware everyone can hear me, but my little slut wants to please me.

She's more trainable than I anticipated. I assumed I'd have to wait months for this progress.

I circle my finger in the air, repeating, "Hands on the mirror."

She swallows hard.

"You don't want to play?" I challenge.

She furrows her eyebrows. "Is that what we're doing? We're playing a game?"

I step forward and tug her into me. I kiss her like my life depends on it. I slide my tongue in her mouth so fast she loses her breath. It only takes a moment before she returns my affection with fervor.

I retreat, leaving her wanting more, and hold her ass cheek firmly. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, baby girl. Do you feel this?" I pull her even closer so my cock's throbbing against her stomach.

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