Page 220 of The Owner's Temptation

Every inch of me is strung tight, my muscles twitching, my thighs straining. I can feel the silk at my wrist fray with every jerk of resistance, every ounce of control I lose by the second. I’m holding on by threads, literally and figuratively, and she knows it.

Fuck, shelovesit.

“You’re being such a good boy.” Her voice is smoother than the ties binding me. “You want a little taste?”

I nod but it’s not what she wants. She reaches between my legs and squeezes my balls at the same time she turns on the butt plug.

“I didn’t hear you.”

My eyes slam shut and I tilt my head back. My cock throbs wanting to be stroked but she denies me.

“Yes mistress. Can I please have a taste?”

“Of course baby.”

She turns off the plug and slides up my body, working the straps of her harnessed bodysuit off and letting her breasts out. She pushes them together, holding the vibrator, wet with her juices in her cleavage.

“Suck it for me.” It’s nearly a whispered command and I follow on instinct.

My tongue comes out, lavishing the taste of her off the toy before I take one of her nipples in my mouth, between my teeth.

God I could live off the noise she makes for all of eternity. She starts working her pussy on me. Dragging her wet cunt along my chest as I suck her. “Just like that, baby.” Her nails drag across my scalp, and I groan in appreciation.

I move to the other one, loving the slick feel of her as she takes her pleasure from every part of my body.

“You’re such a good fucktoy.” She sits up and moves down. Pausing to run her tongue up my chest, and my dick has a pulse that refuses to stop beating for her.

“Please Angel, fuck me.”

“Do you need to feel this wet pussy around your dick?”

“Fuck, yes I do.” And I nearly fall apart when she lowers herself down, fully suffocating me as she clinches around me. “Yes, thank you, mistress.”

She rides me with slow, torturous rhythm—grinding down like she’s trying to break me without ever giving me the satisfaction of falling apart.

And I’mso close.

The heat’s pouring off me in waves. My cock is pulsing, straining for release. Every nerve ending is on fire, and all I can do isfeelher—wrapped around me, teasing me, denying me.

And God, she fucking works me.

Her pussy, the vibrations of the plug against me as she turns it on, rides me, turns it off and pulls my orgasm back.

She comes but doesn’t let me.

I growl. I fucking beg. “Sienna, fuck—please.”

She has the nerve topretendto think about it. “Hmm. No.”

That word hits harder than any gunshot I’ve ever taken.

“You don’t know what you’re doing, little rabbit,” I grit out, my voice wrecked.

But she just purrs back, hips circling, deliberately slow. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing. And you love it.”

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

“Big promises,” she murmurs, nails dragging down my abs like a fucking weapon, “for someone who can’t move.”

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