Page 42 of Sinful Submission

I inhaled a deep breath. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Be open – be willing… I’m not sure if you really want me, Santari.”

My heart squeezed. “Don’t say that again.”

“I’m. Not. Sure. If…”

“That’s a fuckin’ lie and you know it!”

He cocked his head to the side. “I don’t know. I think you want surface level Titan. Not?—”

“Got damn it, Titan!”

“A filthy tongue for a filthy mouth.”

“You’re damn right. Let me show you what a filthy mouth do.”

I squatted and sucked his dick to the back of my throat. A snarl moved through him as I dipped forward and back, taking as much of him in and tightening my mouth.

“Ggggggrrrrrgggh…”

He planted a hand on the back of my head and rocked his hips, driving across my suctioning tongue as I moaned.

“Mmmm…”

Heat filled me, and tingles traveled through me like a marching band. I sucked off his dick and spoke against his shaft.

“I don’t want surface level Titan.” I licked up his thick veiny dick. “I want to know your soul.” I sucked his head. “I want to understand your dark corridors.” I turned my head and coasted down his erection with hard suckles. “I want to connect with your fire. Let me unburden you.”

He snatched me off my feet, tossed me over his shoulder, and carried me out of the bedroom.

Metal touchedthe base of my feet as I was positioned against something cold and hard.

“You’ll warm up soon,” Titan said, sensing my light tremble.

The dark room went from black to navy, and it was enough to give me a view of my surroundings. Black furniture, a sofa, a huge bed, and several pieces of equipment were stationed against the walls around me. But I was in the middle of the floor, and the metal I felt was from a different piece of equipment that Titan had released me on.

“Did you mean what you said?”

My eyes fluttered to him, standing before me. “Yes.”

He came closer, so close I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. At my waist, he strapped a thick belt across my stomach and connected it with a latch.

At my throat, he slipped another latch and connected it, but he left my arms and legs free.

“I’m going to set you on fire now, Santari.” My eyes widened. “I want your submission. Do I have it?”

“Yes.”

“Are you afraid?”

“No.” But my voice was trembling like a freezing whore on the street corner.

“Are you lying to me?”

I didn’t respond because he would surely hear my teeth chattering if I did.

He left my line of sight, but I felt him circling me like prey. When he paused, he was behind me, his lips hovering at my right ear.

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