Page 26 of Tamed for Her Pleasure

My other hand finds the buckle of her leathers at her throat, unclipping one at a time. I feel her trembling under my fingertips, and I squeeze lightly upon her throat.

“What do we have here? A pretty little princess has wandered into the barbarian’s lair.”

Her throat works under my fingers. I think she very much likes everything about this, that I am different from her previous lovers.

My hand tightens over the delicate column of her throat as I think about other men touching her, and a growl escapes my lips.

The final buckle on her jacket comes free, and it parts to reveal the generous swell of her tits. I push it aside on the right and cup one plump mound in my big hand.

“How many men have seen these?”

She shakes her head.

I squeeze my fingers over her throat, and her mouth pops open, her hands lifting toward her neck.

“Hands down!” I bark, dragging her closer and up onto her tiptoes while squeezing her tit roughly. “Unless you want me to bind you again.”

Her hands drop, and her chest heaves. Her eyes are wild as they clash with mine.

“Do you like the sound of that, hmm?”

She shakes her head, but I know that for a lie. “How many?”

“A few,” she stammers.

A few are too fucking many. “No man shall ever look at them again but me.”

“They won’t,” she says quickly, which cools my temper enough for me to ease my grip on her throat.

I capture her nipple between my finger and thumb and roll it cruelly. She arches up into the touch. Her lips part, and her eyes remain locked with mine.

“I think somebody likes it when I’m rough with her. Don’t they? I think I have a naughty little girl on my hands. One I’m going to need to tame. Is that you? Do you need to be tamed for my pleasure?”

Her eyes flash with a familiar fire, although she does not speak to deny it.

Her breath is a little unsteady as I toy with her breast, cupping it before pinching her nipple again. Her aroused scent blooms anew. I imagine how hot and wet she is between her thighs… her taste upon my lips.

I will have a taste again. And again.

Releasing her throat, I push the jacket roughly over her shoulders. It drops to the floor.

God, she is so beautiful, with her glorious hair spilling over her shoulders and tits heaving. Lost in a haze of lust, I squeeze them together. “You have big plump tits,” I say. “They make my mouth fucking water. I’m going to need to come all over these. Mark you thoroughly as mine.”

My hands lower to the waist of her pants, where I tug the buckle of her belt open before unraveling it slowly.

I look from the belt in my hand to her and back again. Her pants are gaping, but I will get to that, for I am considering how very much I like her bound.

Unable to interfere.

“No!” She shakes her head and dares to take a step back.

I’m on her, capturing her wrists and yanking her close to me.

She is not used to clan ways, I remind myself. My instincts are clamoring, but I force myself to release her. “You need to learn to trust me. Learn to let go.” My mind struggles for the words to say that I might convey the depth of my feelings, how important her submission is to me. “I crave your submission.”

Her eyes search mine; her tits are quivering with her unsteady breaths.

Just when I’m convinced that she will tell me it is too soon, that I’m moving too fucking fast, she nods, dips her chin and holds out both of her wrists.

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