Page 49 of Little Puppet

I bite my bottom lip, moving my thighs to work some tension out as he lets my face go.

“Now, we’re going to need to get going. You won’t be on your strings for this field trip, but you’ll wear a leash for me like a good girl. We wouldn’t want you getting any more ideas, would we?”

A fucking leash? Is he kidding me?

The stone-cold look in his eyes tells me he is not kidding, and he moves to the kitchen to place our dishes in the sink before padding to the bedroom.

Since I escaped, I feel we’ll be sharing a room. He’s not going to let me out of his sight.

I follow after him into the bedroom. “So, I’ll spend the rest of my life on these strings?” I ask him, plopping onto the bed as he digs through dresser drawers.

“No, you won’t. Until you’re trained and behaved, we will live here, and then, when I think you’re trustworthy, I’ll take you home with me. You’ll be untethered, puppet. Free.”

He snatches a leash out of a drawer and turns, a glint in his eye that has me biting back a gasp of excitement.

I hate that he’s changing me into this creature who can’t see that he’s wrong for me.

That this is wrong.

He’s a killer.

He sidesteps the stairs leading into the bed, his height allowing him to still come face to face with me on the edge. His hand juts out before I can blink, hand grasping onto my pussy like a clamp.

“Ah,” I breathe, ending on a whimper that makes me feel vulnerable as fuck as his eyes darken, his pupils going blown.

“That right there makes me think you’ll eventually be my good little puppet, Grace. You’re going to love me one day. You’re going to behave so well for me because you know how I torture, and you know how I fuck. You also know how it feels to be filled with my cum, my thick cock, and you know no one else owns you the way I do, darling. There will come a day when you’re free of your strings and leash and crawling to me on command like a good girl. I, for one, can’t wait.”

His fingers have been rubbing over my traitorous pussy as it grew wetter and wetter with each word he uttered. All the while, my mouth was dropped open, panting at this speech.

“Now, let’s get this on you, shall we?” He works the leash over my throat before removing the strings from my hoops, and when I’m secured, he stands back, holding the other end of the leash with a gleam glowing in his ice-cold eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

I can’t deny how it feels to be the one coveted by Cain Mordova, and I can’t make sense of it.

His presence is like this overwhelming thing thatbeats you over the head and makes you forget all reason and morality. No matter what he’s done or will do in the future, I desperately want everything he said.

I step down the bed stairs, standing straight as he still grazes his eyes over me. My teeth sink into my lower lip as he clucks his tongue.

“I can’t help myself, puppet.”

I don’t understand what he means until he steps closer, eyes turning downward to look at me from his massive height. “Kneel.”

My knees buckle before I permit them, knowing who their boss is. I drop to the floor, looking up at him, as I’m caught in his aqua stare.

My heart flutters and my stomach grows warmer the longer we look at one another. Me, submitted to him. Him, holding the reins.

Before I question what I’m doing, I reach out and run my hands over his hard length, feeling powerful as he steps closer, hissing.

I rub my cheek over his clad cock, feeling as he growls low in his chest as it vibrates through his entire body.

“Puppet,” he warns, and I turn my face, biting it through the fabric of his jeans. “Fuckkkkk,” he moans, and my eyes grow heavy.

At this very moment, I lean into the idea that this life won’t be as horrible as previously thought.

After all, there’s power in being a powerful man’sright-hand, isn’t there? At least, it feels like there is, even with my knees bent to him.

“You won’t kill any more girls without me present,” I tell him, running my tongue over his hardness through his jeans, flicking my eyes up to look at him. “Do you agree?”

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