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- Overview
I only meant to look.
One late night download, one swipe on a kink app and there he was. Marcus. Dark eyes, commanding voice, every inch of him promising surrender I never knew I craved.
He doesn’t do small talk. He doesn’t do games. He does control. And when his hands are on me, when his mouth makes me beg, when he calls me good girl in that low, devastating tone ... I break.
I thought I wanted connection. What I found was surrender. And I’ll never be the same.
Be Warned: BDSM
“Good girl,” he praises, pressing a kiss to my damp temple. “Such a good girl. You’re so beautiful when you come undone.”
I can only whimper in response, my body limp and tingling in the aftermath. He holds me close, stroking my back soothingly as I float down from the high.
After a moment, he shifts me off his lap, standing me on wobbly legs. He rises too, and the evidence of his arousal strains against the front of his jeans. And the evidence of mine is there in a wet spot on his thigh.
Heat washes through me at the sight and he seizes my cheeks between his hands in a tight grip. “No shame here, Sarah. Now we’re going to shift gears. Try some new things. But first, he trails his still damp fingers down to pat against my lips. “Clean off my hand so I’m ready for the next round.”
White hot need bursts through me. “Okay.”
“Sir,” he corrects. “From now on you call me Sir. Try it now.”
I gulp but answer, the words feeling natural despite the fact I’ve never given a man this kind of power over me. “Yes, Sir.”
He licks his lips as he watches me suck his fingers into my mouth. “Good girl.”
When his hand still smelling of my body is clean, he tilts my chin up and studies my eyes. “How are you feeling?”
I gulp and try to open my mouth to explain the strange storm rolling though me, how much I want him, and need him, how much I want and need what else he’s offering. How much it’s going to hurt when I have to walk away from him even after just one night.
When I can clear my throat all I say is, “Fine, Sir.”
His eyes narrow and he shakes his head. “Oh, Sarah, that’s disappointing. Never ever lie to me. Do you understand?”
I start to protest then nod. “Yes, Sir.”
He leads me back to the armchair and guides me to kneel on the floor next to the chair. “Wait here a moment, please. First, I think you want to see more of me.”
My mouth goes dry as he strips out of jeans and lays them over a side table neatly. No underwear, just bare skin.
His body is sculpted perfection—lean muscle under smooth skin. I can’t help but stare, taking in every inch of him. He catches me looking and smirks, clearly enjoying my reaction.
“Like what you see, Sarah?” His voice is a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. He steps closer until he’s standing right in front of me. I have to crane my neck to look up at him from my kneeling position.
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me how much you want me.” His hand tangles in my hair, tugging my head back.
“I-I want you so much, Sir. Please…” The words come out breathy and desperate.
“Please what? What do you need from me, sweet Sarah?” His other hand trails down my neck, over my collarbone.
“Anything … everything … I need you to touch me, take me…” I’m practically panting with desire now.
“Mmm, such a good girl, being so honest.” He rewards me by cupping my breast, thumb flicking over the hardened peak. I arch into his touch with no control over my body now. I’m simply a being of sheer need, my brain completely turned off in a way I’ve never felt.
He sits down in the chair again and I keep my eyes locked on him waiting … waiting for a command, anything I can do so it will please him and make him touch me again.
“Do you like my cock, Sarah?” he asks, gently stroking his length in his big hand. My pussy clenches just watching.
“Yes, Sir. It’s beautiful.”
He curls his fingers under my chin. “Then come taste me.”
