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She mumbled a response. But I had impeccable hearing and perfect 20/20 vision. Which meant there was no hiding the way her lips parted and twisted on a sneer.

“I didn’t catch that… Say it again.” I took the two steps that brought me to the edge of the mattress and slid up the bed before she realized I was even moving. “Louder this time.”

Defiance. I saw a glimmer of it. It twinkled in her eyes. Youth did that to you. Innocence too. Sparked a sense of invincibility that life sought to extinguish. It never lasted long and I knew it wouldn’t last long here either.

“I said… why virgins? Why do you like virgins?” She was trying to understand me. Or perhaps just stall the inevitable…

Didn’t matter which it was. This thing between us was only temporary. And then she’d be on her way. Out my door and on her ass. She’d given me her word and I didn’t take kindly to those who didn’t make good on their promises.

“Why do I like virgins? Why does anyone like anything?” I shrugged a single shoulder, deciding to indulge the girl for a moment. Though I had no idea why I was bothering. Boredom maybe. “It’s a preference, an acquired taste. Like the first bite of veal served at the ideal temperature. Tender and expertly seasoned… There’s just something about knowing it’s both deliciousandwrong that has your mouth watering…”

I leaned forward and flicked my tongue across her lips.

“Your pants stretching…”

I wrenched her arm away from her side and forced her to grip my cock through the layers of fabric between us. A slight grin tipped up my face as I squeezed once, my palm guiding hers before I quickly dropped her hand back onto the bed. Watching her stare down at her fingertips like I’d somehow burned her. Then I lowered my mouth to her ear again.

“Your pupils dilating.” This had my grin widening as her eyes seemed to follow my command without her brain realizing she was doing it. “It’s not about the poor innocent calf. It’s about your body’s instinctual reaction to that pink juice dripping onto a fresh white linen. How that being’s sole purpose is to be born,thrive, and wait to bring you pleasure. Before you move on to the next one.”

“So, you’re saying I’m no better than a piece of meat? Livestock?A bloated baby cow?” she huffed, and my nostrils flared as I suppressed my laughter. She was insulted when she should be grateful.

This wasn’t a punishment. It was an opportunity. For each of us. Just in a slightly different way.

“Oh no, sweetheart, you’re missing the point. You aren’t just a meal. You’re anexperience. Something meant to be enjoyed in the moment, over an extended period of time, but never dwelled on. And that’s the difference between a drive-through cheeseburger and a gourmet spread.”

On the last word, I gripped the girl’s ankles. Tugged her forward and yanked her legs apart. Her slight gasp sent a jolt from my fingertips digging into her skin straight to my cock.

I took a deep breath, forcing the pounding in my chest to even out as the thrill of the chase tried to do the opposite. It was hard to maintain your composure when your favorite meal was laid out in front of you, no matter how well-practiced you were at doing it.

I lowered my face to her body, gliding my flattened tongue from the sensitive flesh just above her knee up the seams of her thigh, pausing at the juncture of where her leg met her pelvic bone before pulling back to savor the way her sweat danced across my tastebuds. Once it dissipated, no more than a distant memory, I grasped each of her wrists in one of my hands and wrenched them above her head. My control hanging on by a loose thread as I stretched her out in front of me.

I paused for a moment, appreciating the erotic display like an artist trying to determine if this stroke was his first or his last, before I wrapped her fingers around the fabric of the bedsheet until she clutched a handful in each tiny, unblemished fist.ThenI leaned forward, my mouth a breath away from her lips. “Your wrists are locked to that spot.”

She glanced up, the question bouncing around in her head evident in the slight crease of her brow and craning of her neck as she tried to see what I was doing.

“Not literally, of course. But for all intents and purposes, they are. I’m not a fan of physical restraints—they’re…” My gaze drifted upwards, as if the ceiling held the answer, as I searched for the best way to explain my reasoning to someone who didn’t see the world like I did. And probably never could. “...tactless. Requiring such minimal skill set.” Then my eyes dropped back to the woman beneath me as I breathed my next words into the shell of her ear. “You will not move because I’m telling you not to move. Not because an object outside my control makes it impossible to do. And not because you’re deprived of the option. Do you understand?”

The girl nodded. The action was slight. Just a quick dip of her chin down and up again. Barely discernible to anyone who wasn’t looking but present nonetheless.

“Good girl,” I hummed as if the two words were instrumental, my left hand traveling down the base of her throat, over the mound of her breast, along the slight protrusion of each of her ribs before thrumming against her hip and slipping away to push myself off the mattress and onto my feet. “I’ll be back.”

I didn’t repeat my instructions. But they hung in the air without me having to say them.Do not move.Or you will not like the consequences, little molly.

CHAPTER FOUR

Iwatched her for an hour, my ass firmly planted in the chair and my camera angled so that the outline of her body was in its sights, and started to wonder if the screen had frozen. A quick slap against the side of the monitor told me shit was working just fine, though.

The girl lay motionless on the bed. Other than the gentle rise and fall of her breasts—the only visible proof of life she offered whoever cared enough to be looking—she appeared the perfect image of self-discipline. I hadn’t told her how long I’d be. That was part of the test of wills. The game I enjoyed when it came to breaking them. And I didn’t know what to make of her, whether I’d found the ideal submissive or the girl who’d break me instead.

Both possibilities sent a chill down my spine. I was growing impatient, another emotion I wasn’t used to dealing with. I enjoyed delayed gratification as much as the next guy. Most of the time anyway. And right now,this delaywas meant to aggravate her, not me.

Instead, she lay there in comfortable silence—like some Disney princess just waiting for her white knight to kiss her stupid—while I paced the adjoining room like a canine in heat.My hands raking through my meticulously combed hair and digging into the flesh of my scalp.

The slight sting centered me, deadened the unease crawling up the back of my neck and whispering in my ear. Until my gaze zeroed in on the girl on the screen. The girl who seemed to stare back at me through the glass. No, not at…through. Her eyes searing into me. As if shesawme.

She couldn’t, of course, and I knew it was my mind playing tricks on me… yet I couldn’t quite figure out what about her was so unnerving. She was like all the others before her. She smelled the same, tasted the same. Her porcelain skin even felt the same. Untouched. Supple, like that veal I was already picturing. And pink.

However, there was something different about her eyes and the way she looked at me. Almost as though she were dissecting me from the inside out. They were innocent, yes, bright and shiny and so very naïve. But beyond that, there was more…

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