Page 128 of The Owner's Temptation

She gasps, her hips lifting off the bench, but I press her back down. “Ah ah, rabbit. Let me work.”

She moans, high and sweet, her hips twitching, but she can’t move far. The straps hold her for me. I circle her clit with my tongue, slow and teasing.

“So sweet. So responsive. Just like I knew you’d be.”

She gasps as I suck her clit into my mouth. I hum low, letting the sound roll through her. Her knees tremble, but she’s locked in place.

“That’s it, Angel,” I murmur. “Take it for me. Let me taste what’s mine.”

Her body shivers. The blindfold makes her focus on every wet stroke of my tongue, every breath I exhale against her sensitive skin. Her hands grip the restraints now, fists clenched.

“You want to come, don’t you?” I ask, dragging my tongue down to her entrance, gathering her slick and returning to her clit with another firm lick.

“Y-yes, sir. Please,” she pants.

I chuckle against her pussy, and the vibration makes her cry out.

Focusing on her clit again I give it to her—sucking, flicking, devouring. She’s right there.

“Okay, baby.” I feel it in the way her thighs tighten, in the staccato rhythm of her breathing, the desperation in her moans.

“Please, sir.”

This woman.

“Give it to me, rabbit,” I command. “Show me how pretty you come.”

A few more fast flicks of my tongue. One more strong suck—and she shatters.

Her whole body arches off the bench, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Her thighs quake around my head.

I don’t stop.

I keep licking her through it, prolonging her pleasure, making her ride the high until she’s gasping, squirming—too much.

Only then do I slow down. I kiss her pussy, soft now, reverent. Like a thank you. Like a claim.

“Perfect,” I murmur. “You’re fucking perfect.”

She’s panting. Legs twitching with every aftershock that rolls through her. Her cunt glistens, pink and trembling, still reacting to my mouth like it doesn’t know how to come down.

I blow a cool breath across her hot cunt. Then I lick her once more—slow and deep.

She groans loud and wrecked. Music to my ears.

“Tell me, rabbit,” I say, my voice low, rough, but calm. “Why didn’t he worship you like this?”

She swallows hard behind the blindfold, voice shaking. “He said—he said he wouldn’t like the taste.”

I go still.

A slow, cold fury uncoils in my chest.

If that asshole made her feel self-conscious—if he ever made her think that her pussy was anything less than the most delicious fucking meal on this earth—I’ll beat his smug little face into the fucking floor.

She keeps going, soft and hesitant. “He didn’t like it to be… messy.”

“No, baby.” My tone darkens. I unzip my pants because I can’t fucking take it anymore—my cock is throbbing, swollen, angry, and aching for her.

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