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They could watch us, but I didn’t want a single soul near me while I fucked her.

The tattoo on my wrist was there for a fucking reason.

I wanted her to be mine. All mine.

Pepper looked around. “This is amazing.”

I stalked towards her. Her legs squeezed together as she turned to face me, her spine straightening.

“Stay still,” I commanded.

She nodded. A shiver passed through her as I started to circle her. The flush in her cheeks had crept down her neck to her chest, peeking through the opened buttons of her blouse. I felt the presence of others watching us curiously, not interrupting but just voyeuring.

I stopped once I was behind her. I stepped closer, placing my hand over her throat and tugging her back against me.

“Look at them,” I whispered, drawing her attention to the strangers watching. “They aren’t here for me. They’re here to watch you. How does that feel?”

“I’m so wet,” she whispered. “I want to show them…”

“Show them what?”

“That I’m yours.”

I smiled and popped the fifth button of her blouse. I reached around to her hip, tugging the hidden zipper of her skirt, pulling it down and letting the piece fall to the ground.

Her body tensed. I felt her voice vibrate in my palm as she moaned.

“Turn around.”

She turned, looking up at me.

“Oh yes,” I whispered. “I like that look. All you care about right now is being fucked. Isn’t that right?”

Pepper nodded. “Yes. I need you. Please.”

“Do you remember how you begged last time?” I asked.

Understanding brightened her gaze. She grabbed the edge of her blouse and tugged it off, tossing it to the floor as she stepped out of her skirt.

And then slowly knelt in front of me.

A flicker of doubt marred her blissful expression, but I shook my head.

“Don’t listen to that voice, baby girl,” I whispered. “You’re doing so well for me. You’re on your kneeswantingto beg me, and you look so damn gorgeous doing it.”

Her expression relaxed as that little demon went away.

“Good girl,” I whispered. “Look up at me.”

She did as I asked.

“Good, sweetheart. You know your safe words, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“You will use them if we do too much or if you need to stop.”

“Yes,” she said. “I will use them.”

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