Page 16 of Sinful Chains

Why else do we spend our whole lives trying to impress them? Even the most misogynistic, red-pilled motherfuckers out here know life is pretty fucking boring when women ain’t paying you no attention. That’s why they get online talking shit. One comment from a woman, one response, positive or negative, is like a hit of crack to these losers.

That’s power.

Soft power, maybe, but power nonetheless. I just wished more women used it, because that shit is sexy as fuck.

“I have a persistent, aching need to please you, Ms. Lake.” My eyes locked on her pretty face. “And I need you in your full power. I need you to demand what you want. Use me. Put me in my fucking place.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes flashing with something wicked. “I can do that.”

My favorite song.

Satisfied, I resumed the ritual, using the cloth to wash her from heel to knee. I reached for a small glass bottle sitting beside the basin, uncorking it and pouring a few drops of oil into my palm. The smell of jasmine filled the air as I ran my slick fingers along her foot, her ankle, and up her calf. She shivered beneath my touch, gripping the sides of her chair.

“Tell me what you want, Princess.”

Her chest rose on the inhale. Lips parted on the exhale. She stared at me, and I stared back. Waiting. And I enjoyed that shit.

I would wait forever.

She seemed to be getting the hang of it now.

Our standoff lasted a few moments before she finally gave me my orders.

“Suck my toes.”

The words sent heat rushing through me, dick throbbing angrily, mind whirling.

Yes, ma’am.

I let her words hang between us for a beat, savoring them, letting them settle into my skin. Then I exhaled, long and slow, likeI’d been waiting for this moment my whole fucking life.

“Whatever you want, Princess.”

I pulled a towel from my portable warmer, using it to dry her off. After I moved the basin, I sat at her feet, staring up at her. I gripped her ankle gently, reverently, keeping my eyes on hers as I dipped my head. My lips brushed the top of her foot first, teasing, dragging along the soft, delicate skin. A slow lingering kiss. Then another. A light kiss to her ankle. Her skin flushed with heat beneath my mouth.

I let my tongue flick out, tasting traces of the oil and milk on her skin, then kissed my way down, dragging my tongue along the arch of her foot before reaching my final destination.

The head of my dick slammed against my stomach as I parted my lips and took her first toe into my mouth, sucking slow and deliberate.

She gasped.

My other favorite song.

I did it again, my tongue swirling around the soft pad before moving to the next, worshiping every inch with my mouth, mytongue, my lips. I kissed between them, tracing every curve. I sucked until I saw her stomach tighten.

The ache intensified.

“Storm,” she exhaled, breathless.

I looked up at her, and the expression on her face brought the ache to a painful peak.

Pupils dilated. Bottom lip between her teeth. Brows knitted together.

Fuck.

“You like that, Princess?” I murmured, voice low and husky, lips dragging against her skin.

“Yes,” she breathed.

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