Page 197 of Unravelling The Beast

She purses her lips and tries not to laugh, but I'm dead fucking serious. As she responds, her lips raise into a wicked sneer.

"Maybe."

I raise an eyebrow at her brazenness as she lowers herself back down, her innocent eyes fixated on mine, waiting for my response.

I lower my face closer to hers and bite my words, already displaying my irritation.

“It’s your fucking funeral.”

I turn around and walk towards the chair, wondering why the fuck I'm allowing this shit to happen.

I sink back, lazily resting my forearms on the arms of the chair while I watch her saunter towards me in tall, black heels.

She crouches down in front of me, between my wide open legs, and takes a cable tie, wraps it around my wrist and ties it tightly to the arm of the chair.

I watch her each movement as she goes on to the other arm, but this time she ties it so fucking tight that my blood circulation is immediately restricted. I grit my teeth in annoyance as she smirks up at me and then stands between my thighs.

While maintaining close eye contact, she unfolds her robe, revealing sexy, fucking lingerie. Black lace bra with matching panties, stockings, and a garter belt around her waist.

My greedy eyes soak in every inch of her, sweeping down the full length of her as she allows the robe to fall down her shoulder until it's pooling at her feet.

She glances down at herself as she speaks, her hands on her toned stomach.

"What do you think? I brought it especially for you."

I respond coldly, raising an eyebrow.

"Turn the fuck around, and let me see your ass."

She smiles with an eye roll before turning around to show me the back, bringing her long brown hair to the front of her shoulder.

She shakes her juicy ass, and I sigh and turn away, ready to snap these fucking ties off me already.

"Very fucking nice; it's a shame I'll be ripping them off you once I'm fucking done."

She glances over her shoulder at me, her long, wavy hair tumbling down her back as she lets it go, and she responds with a smirk on her pretty lips.

“I’m about to do you one better, daddy.”

I raise an eyebrow as she approaches one of my drawers, grumbling as her sexy hips and ass sway. Fuck, this is going to be a lot harder than I thought. I have an unhealthy obsession with control, and it fucking shows.

She retrieves something from a drawer before turning around to face me. She smiles as she holds two of my knives in each hand, and I just stare at her, my intensity bursting out of me.

I observe her placing her bottom lip between her teeth before speaking.

"Which one is your favorite, Arlo?"

I remain quiet, my cock expanding and straining against my pantsmerely from watching her hold my blades in such little lingerie.

She shifts her eyes from mine to the knife in her left hand before licking her tongue all the way up the handle and sucking seductively on the tip of it.Fuck, she's going to be the fucking death of me.

When she's through being a filthy fucking slut, she pops it out of her mouth before speaking.

"This one?"

She changes her focus to her right hand and does the same thing, but it's much longer, and when it reaches the back of her throat, she gags, causing my cock to jerk and leak.

"Or this one?"

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