My Pretty Little Object
he asked me.
No one had ever asked me that before. I frowned at him, knowing it was in my contract, but he wanted to hear the words from my lips.
“Black,” I whispered.
He pressed his thumb to my clit as a reward. I moaned, my eyes shutting. He took his thumb away. I whimpered, looking back up at him, wondering what I had done wrong. “Good girl. Eyes always on me,” he told me. I nodded in answer. He made a humming sound, circling his thumb over my clit. My lips parted, my back arching. “I know you’re not that quiet, baby,” he said softly, his eyes still on mine.
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