Page 126 of The Owner's Temptation

Straightening, I let both hands explore. My thumbs tease the soft skin near her pussy, a subtle promise of what’s coming. But I don’t touch her there—not yet.

“If you want me to stop, you only need to say it once.”

My fingers drag upward, slow and reverent, over her hips, the dip of her waist, the slight tremble of her stomach.

“Answer me, baby.”

“Yes.” It’s instant and full of breath.

My hands reach her breasts and I pause. Cupping her. Squeezing. Pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers until she gasps again—arches for more.

“Yes, sir.” I correct her with a gentle pinch, and she yelps her reply. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

My good girl is so eager to please me.

“You’re not getting my cock tonight,” I tell her, voice like smoke and sin. “Only my mouth. My fingers.”

I lean over her, my body pressing down. She can feel the bulge of my erection pressing against her dripping cunt, the hard line of it grinding against her center with each inhale.

“Do you understand, little rabbit?” I whisper against her cheek. “Do you want them? To be my willing whore?”

“Yes, sir.” she breathes. Desperate.

“That’s it.” I reward her honesty with the drag of my tongue along the edge of her breast. Her nipple stiffens immediately, and I circle it with slow, torturous precision. Then I suck. Hard.

She cries out.

Her skin pebbles. She’s so fucking responsive—and I haven’t even started yet.

I grab the small leather strap from the wall—a short handle with soft black tassels at the end. It’s not for pain. Not tonight. It’s forcontrol. Foranticipation.

She’s already spread out like a feast, naked, her skin flushed and perfect under the low lights. I trail the tassels over her breasts, watching her nipples pebble instantly. Down her stomach, slow and teasing, and her breath catches.

Mmm. Her body’s waking up, every nerve tuned to me.

“Are you a virgin?” I ask, even though I already know from her intake form.

She swallows, but before she can answer, I slide two fingers down her pussy—slick, soft, already dripping for me. I drag them back up, spreading her open with a gentle but possessive parting. Her clit pulses, swollen and exposed.

God, she’s fucking beautiful.

“No,” she whispers.

I bring the strap down with a quick flick and smack her clit. She yelps, her back arching.

“No,what?” I demand, voice low, quiet, but firm.

“No, sir. I’m not a virgin.”

“Hm.”

I lean down and blow cool air over her hot, needy cunt. She shivers—nearly vibrates with want.

“Who did you give it to, little rabbit?” I murmur.

“B-Ben.”

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