Page 35 of Tower

“It’s going to be a long discussion, I see.” If he hadn’t smiled when he said it, her heart might have been able to slow down. But when he flashed that grin of his, the one where that damn dimple showed up, she couldn’t help but weaken a bit for him.

“So, you’ve seen a man’s cock, at least on screen?”

“Yes,” she answered, letting him pull her up to a full sitting position.

“Good. Get on the floor, on your knees for me, Azalea,” he instructed and moved out of the way, giving her space to swing her legs to the side and slide out of bed.

She moved down to her knees, feeling the lush carpeting beneath her, and looked up at him. Any fear she expected to experience at kneeling before him evaporated when he stood in front of her, hands on his belt.

“Palms on your thighs, spread your legs. I want to see your pussy whenever you’re on your knees like this for me. You don’t hide anything from me, Azalea. Nothing.” He stroked her hair, soothing both the flyaway strands and her worry.

A part of her told her to rebel. To fight against this man who’d stolen her away, but she’d agreed. She’d said she’d be his until her mother returned. She couldn’t back down now just because she was unsure of what was coming next and uncomfortable with her inexperience.

“Stop overthinking,” he said, running his hand down her head and picking up a long lock of hair. She watched as he dragged his finger along the length of it.

She sat back on her heels, spread her thighs, and rested her palms on her knees. Not sure where to put her stare, she focused on the floor, fixated on his feet. He still wore his dress shoes.

Azalea realized he hadn’t undressed at all except for removing his suit jacket. There she knelt before him, nude, post orgasm, and he stood completely guarded against her.

“See, I can touch and kiss and punish almost every part of you.” He let go of her hair and leaned farther down to tweak her nipple. “No.” He slapped her breast when she jerked back from his touch. “You never pull away from me, Azalea. You’ve given yourself to me—temporarily, I know—and you’ll follow every order, every rule, or you’ll be very sorry.”

Against what she knew was right, her body ached for him more with his dictate. The sternness in his voice shouldn’t have acted as such an aphrodisiac, but now that the threat of never seeing her mother again was gone, she was able to melt into his dominance.

She nodded, not trusting her voice not to betray her.

He went back to work on his buckle, and she watched as he let the leather hang from his hips. The button on his pants and the zipper came next, and she found herself licking her lips with anticipation.

She’d seen a man’s dick on a screen, but never in person.

He shoved his pants and boxers down his hips until his cock sprang free. She swallowed hard and intently stared at his member bobbing in front of her. His hand gripped the long, thick shaft at the base and stroked upward to the tip of his head where a small bead of pre-cum formed.

Without thinking, she stuck out her tongue and leaned forward, taking the pearl onto her tongue and swallowed it. Salty. Manly.

Delicious.

Peter chuckled. “Did I say you could lick my cock yet?” he asked.

Her eyes flew open and met his. Although he’d laughed, there was little merriment in his tone.

“You weren’t honest with me a few minutes ago. You let lies come out of that pretty mouth of yours.” He reminded her of the tiny white lie she’d told. But he’d said they would discuss it in the morning. It wasn’t morning.

Before she could voice her objection to his decree, he laid two fingers over her lips and shook his head.

“Nope. You lost the privilege to use your mouth.”

What the hell did that mean?

She didn’t have much time to think on it, as he yanked his belt free from his pants and shoved the leather into her mouth. Pulling it behind her head, he shoved the belt through the buckle and tightened it until her lips were spread wide with the strap between her teeth and her head being controlled by him.

“Cup your hands together,” he ordered, his tone back to being harsh and unyielding.

She positioned herself like he directed, and he pulled them up until they were as high as her lips.

He switched his hold on the belt to his left hand, and wrapped the right around his cock again. She wanted to taste him again, to lick the silky skin under the head. She craved to take him in her mouth as she’d seen all those women do in the movies. But he’d taken away her mouth. The leather stretched her skin, biting into the corners of her lips.

“Keep those beautiful blue eyes on my cock. Watch what you can’t have. If you’d been honest, you’d have your lips around me instead of watching me jerk off.” His voice tightened as he stroked himself.

A bit of saliva ran down her chin. She wanted to swipe it away, but he yanked on the belt keeping her steady. Was there anything he didn’t see when he looked at her? It was as though he could read her thoughts before they even fully formed in her mind.

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