Page 52 of Little Puppet

When I seal my lips on hers, what’s between us feels like the flames licking at her past right behind us. It’sbeen frantic with her since I laid eyes on her, and I have a feeling it always will be.

Her tongue glides between my lips greedily, seeking more. Searching. I open and smirk against her kiss as she tosses her arms around my neck, kissing me as if it’s her pass into heaven.

This kiss is the beginning of something, I realize.

She’s letting go of what was and embracing what will be.

I lift her, and she wraps her legs around me.

“I knew you were going to be my perfect girl when I first laid eyes on you,” I tell her, walking down the hill and out of the woods toward my truck.

Dunhaven P.D. returned it to me shortly after they’d brought Grace back.

I drop her onto her feet again and break our heated kiss. “Wait here.”

She looks at me inquisitively as I open the passenger door and rummage in the glove box, snagging handcuffs out and slamming the door behind me as I head back toward her.

She eyes the handcuffs and toys with her collar.

Even though I’d love to hang her from the winch of my tow truck by her collar, it would kill her. Never getting to play with Grace again or feel her cum dripping down my cock would be a damned shame.

“Hands in front of you, puppet.”

She doesn’t hesitate, and something in my chestblooms. I choose to ignore it, working the cuffs on her hands.

“Hands above your head,” I tell her, grabbing the hook and chain on the boom to connect between her cuffs.

Using the buttons on the side of the truck, I tighten the cables holding her, hearing her squeal as tension holds her arms above her head.

I leave her dangling over the ground by a few inches, her shoulders struggling to hang against her weight.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

The words sound foreign from my mouth. They’d even tasted a bit acidic. As much as I’m changing her, she’s fucking with me.

“Cain,” she says, looking apprehensively at how far above the ground she is.

“Mm?” I ask, tugging her pants down and strumming two fingers through her pussy lips.

“You have a thing with strings,” she breathes.

“Strings, cables, chains. Especially when it comes to you,” I admit, relishing in the unholy noise she makes when I glide two fingers inside her heat.

“Why?” she asks as she wraps one of her legs behind my ass to try and encourage me to work my fingers deeper.

I smirk. “I don’t know. Perhaps I enjoy seeing you suspended so I can play with you. Maybe it’s how you look displayed for me—like a flawless painting I get to worship like you’re the stained glass of a gothic cathedral.”

She scoffs. “Do they have churches in hell?”

I hook my fingers, curling them against her G-spot, making her quiver and cry out. “Behave, darling. Or master won’t let you come.”

“I’m sorry,” she pleads, her body shaking as she loses her grip on me with her leg.

She swings away from me, and I don’t catch her. My fingers slide out of her, and I step back, watching her sway as I lick her flavor off them.

“The things we’re going to do, puppet. The places I’m going to take you…” I trail off as she grapples with her feet to touch the ground, her toes almost making it.

She’s not listening to me.

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