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“Turn around.” My voice was deep and firm, just what she needed.

She did as I asked, slowly shifting to face me. Her face highlighted her youthfulness and vulnerability, her skin shimmering in the firelight. I handed her a glass, lifting mine in a silent toast. She did the same and I waited as she took a nervous sip, swallowing as if she had a lump in her throat.

When I moved around her, taking my time to drop my gaze to her painted toes, she made certain she was standing at her full height. She was also holding her breath, her nervousness around me evident.

I brushed the tips of three fingers down her spine and some tension was released by a single, slight moan.

As I made the turn to the other side, I rubbed the same fingers across her arm. Not once did she follow the trail, standing rigid. Wild Kitty reminded me of an inspection in the military. My cock throbbed even more.

When I returned in front of her, I crooked my index finger, lifting her chin. “You are beautiful. The most gorgeous creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Her eyes once again held the sparkle from before. It would be some time before she was completely relaxed and that was fine. I was already enjoying myself tremendously.

Nothing was said between us; there were no words left that needed to be conveyed. She was well aware she was mine for the night. What she didn’t know was that while it would take some time, she would eventually belong to me in her entirety.

Body, soul, and heart.

She sipped her drink as I continued admiring her until my patience wore completely thin. I wasn’t the kind of man who waited for anything or anyone for that matter. I took the drink from her hand. Her only objection was a slight tug with her fingers wrapped firmly around the glass.

I gave her a stern look and that was all that was needed for her to let it go. After placing both glasses on the counter, I grabbed the collar and leash, admiring the woman’s choices. Abigail Breslan was a formidable dominatrix, or at least she had been in the local scene prior to retiring and purchasing the bed and breakfast. The color purple was perfect for my wild child. My wild kitty.

When I returned, the girl eyed me as if I was nuts, but without being asked, she slowly lifted her hair, allowing me to secure the collar in place.

I was a man who preferred jewels on a woman, but the selection was kinky as fuck, including the fake diamond studs surrounding the piece. When it was in place, I rubbed my fingers along her jawline before attaching the leash.

I wrapped my hand around the leash while rolling my finger around her lips, pushing the tip just inside.

She wasn’t blinking, the shimmer in her eyes remaining. There was confusion in her lovely eyes as well as the excitement I’d seen earlier.

“Suck, Wild Kitty. Suck.” I pumped my finger in several times.

She did as she was told, laving her tongue on the thick digit as I watched her. Only my thoughts were all about the first time I’d drove my cock deep inside her pussy. After a full two minutes, I removed my finger, wiping the wetness across her rosy cheek. Too much time had passed. I was far too hungry. I dragged her closer to the small kitchen island, moving the bucket of ice and champagne, almost knocking the glasses over in my effort to get them the hell out of the way.

Her laugh reflected her nervousness as I placed her onto the counter, forcing her to lie down. There was no pretense to this. I lifted her legs, spreading them wide open. With the leash still wrapped around my hand, I lowered my head. Her feminine perfume was more intoxicating than the fresh strawberry scent from before. My mouth was watering from eagerness to taste her.

My patience was now shot completely.

I rubbed one hand up to grab and hold her breast while I blew across her smooth pussy.

That was the amount of real foreplay at this point. With a fresh thought in mind, I reached over and grabbed a glass, pouring the entire amount across her stomach, watching as trickles found their way to her swollen pussy lips.

Now it was time to quench my thirst.

CHAPTER 12

Sara

Oh, God. What the hell was I doing here? With him. The God of men.

I had to be out of my mind to undress in front of a stranger and to allow him to… defile me. Was there any other word that worked as well at this point? No.

I was tingling all over from the fact I was wearing a collar and leash plus what he was doing. Him. Zachariah Blackwell, king of virtual reality games. He was licking up every drop of expensive champagne off my skin. The man was thirsty, so much so every sound he made was a growl like an animal in the wild. I was shocked at how scintillating the sensations had become, taking electricity to an entirely different level.

If the man was intent on driving me wild, he was doing a damn good job.

I couldn’t keep my hands to myself, rolling my fingers through his long strands of hair. If he was unhappy with my actions, whothe hell would know? He was too busy concentrating on feasting on me as if I was his last meal before execution. The thought brought a series of crazy images into my mind.

I kept my toes pointed, my legs tense and in place, but I couldn’t help tossing my head back and forth as the pleasure became extreme. I couldn’t even remember the last time a man had feasted on me as if I was the most important creature on earth. He was taking his time, savoring every drop, every few seconds studying my reaction.

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