Free Because He Steals Me (Because He Owns Me #6) by Hannah Ford Page A

wickedly.
    He released me and then walked out of the room, leaving me there, my breath coming in short gasps, my heart still pounding.
    A second later, he came back, holding what looked like a long steel black rod with shackles hanging from it.
    “What is that?” I asked.
    He didn’t answer. “I said eyes down.”
    I averted my gaze as he circled me again. I could feel his eyes moving up my body, lingering on my tits and ass. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back again, but this time he lowered his mouth to mine, his tongue invading me as his hand slid into the top of my shirt and twisted my nipple.
    When I yelped, he released me and took a step back.
    “Strip,” he commanded.
    I grabbed the bottom of my top and pulled it off.
    “Now your skirt.”
    My hands shook as I undid the zipper, as the fabric slid down my legs and pooled on the floor, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
    The anticipation of what was about to happen hung heavy in the room. Something had shifted. It was hard to explain, but it was almost like Callum had just been playing with me before, and now that I’d agreed to be his, things were about to become even more intense. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying.
    I could fell him staring at me still, and I blushed, wondering if the underwear I was wearing was sexy enough for him. It was from the collection of clothes he’d had sent to my apartment -- a magenta lace push-up bra and matching silk thong. It was sexy, but was it sexy enough, or did Callum expect me to be trashier, to put my body more on display for him?
    Stop getting in your head, Adriana!
    But I couldn’t help it. I wanted to be perfect for him.
    My hands went to the cups of my bra automatically in an attempt to cover myself, but Callum grabbed my wrists, his grip like a vice.
    “No. Don’t pull that shy shit with me.” Then his hands were on my shoulders, pushing me down to the floor, hard, until I was on my knees, the hardwood floor hard against my skin. When I looked up, he grinned, the icy hotness of his deep blue eyes penetrating my soul.
    He took my hand and placed it on his cock through his pants. It was rock hard.
    “Take my dick out.”
    I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and then his cock was out, hard and thick, right in front of my face.
    He took it in his hand and rubbed the head over my cheeks until I groaned. “You are such a dirty little girl. You want to be even dirtier, don’t you, Adriana?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    He reached down and cupped my chin in his hand, squeezing it so tight that my eyes watered and my tongue was forced out of my mouth.
    He slid his dick against my tongue until I could taste the saltiness of his precum.
    “You’re a little slut, aren’t you, baby?”
    “Yes.”
    “Say it.”
    “I’m a little slut.”
    “How dirty are you?”
    “I’m so dirty.”
    “Beg for my cock.”
    “Please, Callum, I want your cock.” My pussy was already flooded with warmth from the filthy words he was saying and I was so wet I could feel my panties sticking to my skin.
    Callum grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock into my mouth so hard and fast I gagged. But he held me there, making me take it until my eyes watered and I was gasping for breath.
    “You can do better than that.”
    I began sucking him harder and faster, desperate to please him, his cock going in and out of my mouth as he fucked my face.
    He reached down and pulled both of my tits out of my bra, kneading them with his free hand.
    “Look at you, baby. Your tits are bouncing you’re sucking that dick so hard. You’re so fucking dirty, Adriana. You want me to use you, don’t you?”
    I tried to nod around the mouthful of cock, but it must not have been good enough for him, because he pulled out of me with an audible pop.
    “Out loud,” he growled.
    “I want you to use me.”
    “I’m going to make you mine,” he said, sliding his dick all over my face again, over my lips and my cheeks, smearing his precum