Page 116 of Say My Name

“Are you ready to submit?”

“Yes, Sir.” I nod.

“On your knees.”

I blink at him, and he audibly growls.

“I won’t say it twice.”

I slink to my knees, lowering my head like I’ve seen inFifty Shades of Grey.

He leans against the wall, watching me, studying me like I’m a rare gem. “Open your mouth.”

I do as he commands.

He traces his thumb along my lower lip before sticking his finger into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it and suck. He closes his eyes, leaning his head back.

“Unzip my pants.”

Again, I do as he says.

“Take out my cock. It’s so fucking hard for you.”

I pull him out and lick the tip, tasting the bead of pre-cum there.

He draws back. “You don’t touch unless I say you can, understood?”

I nod.

“Say it. Say you understand.”

“I understand, Sir,” I say for good measure.

“Good girl.”

There’s a door next to Devereaux, and he tucks his dick back into his pants. “I have a better idea,” he says, helping me to my feet.

He opens another door and we’re alone in a room with a four-poster bed, all in white, in the center.

“No one will disturb us here.” He locks the door and removes his mask. I take mine off and he places them on an overstuffed leather chair.

I take in my surroundings. The room isn’t exceptionally large, probably as big as my bedroom back home, and the huge bed takes up most of the space.

“Are those handcuffs?” I ask as I spot metal dangling from the post on the bed frame.

“We won’t use them if they make you uncomfortable,” Devereaux says, moving to a large wooden armoire. “We won’t ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

“I could always handcuff you,” I say, swaying my hips and winking at him.

He laughs, and the rich sound fills the room. “At this rate, I’d let you.”

“You would?” I ask, not believing he’d let me have that much control over him.

He doesn’t answer only smiles. “Knees, now,” Devereaux orders. His tone and mannerisms have morphed into something different. Something primal.

I sink to my knees, loving the way his eyes gloss over as he watches me.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

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