Page 49 of That Pretty Pucking Mouth

I can’t help but smirk, leaning back as I let her question linger in the air between us. “Oh, I think you could find a few,” I say, voice low, holding her gaze. “If you were honest with yourself.”

Her jaw tightens slightly, and she bites her lip again, that familiar glimmer of defiance flashing in her eyes. She looks away, her gaze falling to the book in front of her.

“Whatever it is,” she says finally, meeting my gaze again. “We need to talk about it.”

I feel my smirk grow. “Fine, let’s talk dove.”

I watch her swallow. “This…relationship between us… I still don’t fully understand it.” She pauses to level a look at me. “What exactly are we supposed to be? Because I don’t think beingyour propertyfits any normal relationship description.” Leaning forward, she continues, “I need to know what I’m supposed to be to you. A girlfriend? A fling? Once that is established, we also need to set some boundaries.”

“Boundaries,” I echo her word, rolling it around as if testing how it fits in my mouth. She’s serious, her gaze unwavering, and something about her no-nonsense approach makes me want to smile.

“Yes, boundaries,” she says firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument. “If we’re going to keep doing…whatever this is, I need to understand everything.”

I lean back, letting her words settle over me. She’s more direct than usual, she must have thought about this a lot.

“Alright, Rhea,” I say slowly, my gaze never straying from her face. “You want to understand everything? Here it is: I don’t do normal relationships. This isn’t a normal relationship with labels, you’re simply mine. End of discussion.”

She bristles, sitting up straighter in her seat. “Yours?” she repeats. “You keep saying that, thinking it offers some kind of clear explanation for what this is, but it doesn’t. I don’t understand any of this.”

I shift closer to her, resting my forearms on the table as I lower my voice. “You don’t need to understand it, Dove. All you need to know is you belong to me now. I control your every move. If I say sit, you sit. I tell you to smile, you flash that pretty smile. I tell you to open those legs for me, they open,” I pause, smiling as I take in the plain outrage on her face. “I tell you to go on your knees and suck my dick, you smile, get on your knees and give it your best shot, Dove.” I cross my arms as I finish, my grin wide. “That’s all you need to understand.”

Silence falls as I watch her try to gather her thoughts. Her expression changing every few seconds – anger, outrage to eerie calmness.

Finally, it settles on rebellion, her voice calm as she speaks, “You’re fucking crazy if you think I’m just going to roll over and be your sick sex puppet.”

“You already agreed, Dove. There’s no backing out now. Unless you want to see how you’ll fare in jail.”

“You fucking asshole,” she seethes quietly, the fire in her eyes an raging inferno.

I cut her off. “Remember we’re in public. You don’t want to people to hear this now, do you?”

Her eyes narrow, her hands fisting against the table as she glares at me with intensity. “You may think you have some sort of control over me, but I will never bend to your will.”

I lean back slightly, amused. “I am counting on that, Dove. Where’s the fun if you do what I want without putting up a fight?” I grin as I study her face, the fiery glint in her eyes. “What I want is for you to push back, to fight…it’s only then you’ll realize how futile it is and completely submit to me.”

Rhea glares at me, absolutely fuming. She shakes her head, astounded. “I can’t believe this. I just can’t…” She sighs heavily, running a hand through her hair. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe so,” I concede, my gaze never leaving her face.

“This is fucked up.”

I murmur, leaning in closer, “You can walk away anytime, Rhea.”

Not that I would let her. But It’s fun to give her the illusion of a choice.

“But if I do, you’d just go to the cops.”

I smirk. “Correct. You’re getting it now, Dove.”

Her eyes meet mine, with fierce determination glinting in them, and I’m almost transported back to the first time I saw her, the raw ferocity in her eyes. It sends a thrill down my spine, making my cock press painfully against my zipper.

Fuck…

She whispers, “I accept everything. I accept your sick, twisted terms. I can even accept being your fucking sex toy but…” She pauses and leans forward, her gaze hard and unrelenting. “What I won’t accept is people finding out about this. You get what you want from me in this…arrangement, but outside of this? No one else will know about this. Not ever.”

I raise an eyebrow, taken aback by her boldness. She’s not backing down, not even a little. “Is that so, Dove?”

She doesn’t respond, and she doesn’t look away, the intensity of her gaze only increasing with every passing second. It only makes me wonder what kind of expression she would make when we finally fuck. Would she glare at me like this?

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