Page 69 of Fall Wherever They May

I exhale deeply, lifting my head. My eyes hold hers hostage. “I love you too.” I place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Are you sore?”

She shakes her head in response.

With a devious smirk, I let my possessive side take over. “Oh, that’s about to change. You’re going to feel me for the next few days. Every time you sit, I want you to be reminded of exactly who this sweet pussy belongs to.” I peck her lips.

Lifting myself off her, I sit on the edge of the bed and plant my feet on the ground. I move to the closet where an arsenal of items I ordered for her rests. A set of leather cuffs, connected to each other by a chain, resides in one of my drawers. I pluck them out, along with a flogger, and saunter toward her tauntingly. The flogger rests by my side in one hand; the tresses brush my leg with each step I take, and the clasped leather cuffs dangle from the fingertips of the other. She eyes me curiously.

“Stand,” I command.

She scrambles off the bed—more than eager to please—and stands to her feet. My eyes travel down the length of her body. Fuck, she twists me up and turns me inside out. I allowthe cuffs to fall to the floor next to our feet as I stand in front of her. “Fucking beautiful. If this becomes too much for you, let me know by using a safe word. We’ll keep those safe words simple: red, if you need me to stop; yellow, if you want me to slow down; and green, if you’re doing okay.”

Excitement flares in her expression, but I can tell she’s nervous as she nibbles her bottom lip.

I graze a knuckle down her arm, watching the goosebumps rise and pebble her skin as I circle around to stand behind her. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” I stroke her head.

She sighs in delight at my praise. I move her hair to one side and kiss the back of her neck. Her hand reaches up, cupping the back of my head.

“Did I tell you to move your hands?”

She quickly drops her hand back to her side.

“Now, tell me, Angel . . . I want to hear it from those sexy lips: Why do you continue to be a brat for me? Rolling your eyes, opening doors, backtalking me, flicking water in my face?”

An immediate response doesn’t come. I circle back around to face her, holding the flogger, so the leather tresses lightly tease and feather along her skin. Gently grabbing her chin with my thumb and forefinger, I force her attention from the floor to me and raise an eyebrow as if to ask if she really wants to continue this little game she’s been playing.

She swallows hard and licks her lips. “I love to watch you lose your mind.” Her eyes flick between mine, then travel down my chest. “I want you to lose control and do filthy things to me.”

My dick twitched just thinking of the filthy things I’m going to do to her. “Hmmm. And what filthy things, pray tell,keep you up at night with a wet little cunt, devising your schemes? Do you want me to bind you?” My eyes trail down her torso to her glistening pussy.

“Yes.”

“To blindfold you?” A mixture of our cum drips down her thighs. “To degrade you . . . to call you my whore?”

“Yes.”

Fuck, that’s hot.

“To edge you over and over until you’re losing your mind?” I collect my cum and shove it back inside her—where it belongs, “Now, there’s an idea.”

She gasps as my fingers push inside her. My thumb rubs slow, tantalizing circles over her clit as my fingers move in an upward, come-hither motion. I add a third finger, twist my wrist, and change my pace.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she moans.

“Do you want me to spank your pretty ass?” My words hit exactly as I intend them to, and her body is responding beautifully.

“Y—yes, Cal, I’m . . . I’m so close.”

“There you go again,” I warn, “Right now I’m not your Cal; I’m your sir. Understand?”

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