Page 127 of The Owner's Temptation

Ben. That fucking name. My jaw clenches. I repeat the motion with my fingers, sliding down her pussy lips, then up again, spreading her just like before, forcing her to feel it all. Keeping her open. Exposed. Mine.

“And were you Ben’s whore?” I ask, dragging the tassels across her slit so gently it borders on reverence. She lets out a long, shaky breath at the sensation.

“No, sir.”

“And why not?”

I kiss just above her mound, not quite where she wants me. Her hips twitch, her fingers curl into the leather beneath her.

Before she can respond, I open my mouth and suck hard on the dip of her pelvis, tonguing the spot slowly, deliberately. She groans instead of speaking.

I flick her clit again with the strap. “Answer me, rabbit. Why aren’t you Ben’s whore?”

I shift to her other thigh, pressing kisses down the inside, marking her. Her legs tremble, her body strung tight with need.

“Because…” she gasps, “I’myourwhore.”

Fuck.

That almost undoes me. Almost makes me forget the promise I made—not to fuck her tonight.

Not with my cock.

But I want to.

I want to bury myself so deep inside her she forgets that fucker ever existed.

Instead, I reward her. “That’s very good, little rabbit.”

I settle between her legs, centered now. Close. I inhale her. Purposefully let my nose graze her slick pussy as I breathe her in. She whimpers.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, voice full of awe, realization, need. She knows I’m about to give her something no one else ever has. What she’s been so desperate for.

It hits something dark and possessive inside me. ThatBengot to her first makes my blood boil. He didn’t deserve her. Didn’t protect her. Didn’t worship her the way I will.

Because she’s mine now.

I lift my eyes to her face as I lower my mouth. I want to watch her break for me. Want to see the exact moment she loses herself.

My tongue drags slow and deep over her cunt, parting her, tasting her for the first time. Her flavor hits me like a shot—sharp, salty, divine.

And the way she reacts? Fuck.

Her mouth drops open, and she stops breathing for a second—holding it in like if she lets go, she’ll shatter.

She’s perfect.

I’m going to make her feel every second of this.

I flatten my tongue and lick her again, slower this time. From bottom to top, savoring every inch, every tremble. She tastes like silk and surrender, and I could drown in it.

She jolts in her bonds, head tilting back even though she can’t see me.

“Good girl,” I murmur against her, letting my breath tease her before I suck her clit into my mouth.

She jerks, her thighs tensing. I hold them down, my hands spreading her wider, keeping her open for me. There’s nowhere to hide. Not from my mouth. Not from my praise.

“So fucking sweet,” I growl, licking her again, flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit in quick, purposeful strokes. “You were made for this. Forme.”

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