Page 25 of Little Puppet

And my puppet always delivers.

“You sure you don’t just want my tongue on you,darling girl?” I make like I’m going to slide down her body, and she quickly sinks both hands into my hair, fisting to the point of pain.

Her eyes are feral.

“No,” she growls.

I think I underestimated the state I left her in last night, and now it has her a bit ravenous.

I usually leave fucking for the end. I fuck them as I bathe in the blood that spurts from their veins. It’s my beautiful finish.

But I can’t help but consider giving her what she wants. Fuck, just look at her.

Her cheeks are a beautiful rouge, her lips swollen from kissing me, her eyes are heady, her pupils blown wide. Her perfectly peach-colored nipples are hard and begging to be suckled. The rest of her thick, curvy body is slick with sweat, pheromones practically leaking out of every one of her pores, calling to me like cat nip.

I heave in an inhale, which is much needed. The space is so charged it’s almost dizzying.

“Take what you need, little puppet.”

One of her small hands unfurls my hair and slides between us. She yanks down the front of my pants, and all the while, our gazes are locked.

Her hand slides over my cock slowly, not pulling it out, only teasing.

“And does master want to fuck me?” she asks.

I hiss as she continues to torment my cock with hermaddening strokes. “Would it matter what I wanted? You’re fucking feral for me, puppet.”

She squeezes the head of me before pulling me out.

My mouth drops open.

“It matters, Cain. I don’t want to take what isn’t offered freely. You can’t feed me because I’m hungry. I want you to feed me because you want to. Because you want to be my meal.”

Just when I think she’s going to let my dick go, she grasps the shaft and runs the tip through her wet, swollen mess of a pussy.

“Fuck, Grace.” It’s an unholy plea from my lips that even I have never heard.

It’s like I’ve broken her psyche down enough where she’s on my level, and God, I wish she could stay there. I never want her to leave.

I want to fucking keep her.

It’s illogical. It can’t happen.

“Do you want to feed me, Cain?”

I reach between us, yanking her hand off my dick, and in one thrust, I’m deep inside her.

I pause, eyes frantic as I realize what I’ve just done.

I’ve played her game and lost. She flutters around my shaft as her eyes grow heavy, and a moan spills from her perfect lips.

“Yes, feed me, master,” she pleads, and my body takes over where my mind is still reeling.

She’s so fucking voracious, starving for me and onlyme, and it gives me something I’ve never had before. Something I’ve been chasing from here to hell and back for years.

Power.

Chapter 8

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