Free Sculpt-Paige_Michaels-Becca_Jameson by Becca Jameson and Paige Michaels Page B

will have all of them, eventually.”
    She was too afraid to respond, so she just nodded. He kissed her again and pushed her into the house.
    Then before she could get her bearings, he pointed to the floor. “Kneel, brat.”
    She dropped to her knees, and he took his coat off and started to unbuckle his pants. “Fucking finally,” she said.
    His hands stilled. No. No, no, no, no. “Sorry, Master. Please. Please don’t stop.”
    “Brat. I want you to hold your tongue. I don’t want any words coming out of your mouth unless they’re your safe word. Your mouth needs to be worshipping my cock, not giving me bratty attitude. Clear?”
    She nodded and opened her mouth like a small bird, begging him with her eyes to keep going. She couldn’t wait to taste him. Couldn’t wait to feel his come spurt into the back of her mouth. She wiggled and brought her hand to the waistband of her jeans, wanting to rub herself at the same time she blew him.
    “No, brat. You don’t get to touch yourself. You’ve been begging for my cock for days. I don’t want you distracted by your own orgasm. Your singular focus needs to be sucking me off.”
    ∙•∙
    Theo stared down at Lucinda, conscious of how close he hovered over her as he waited for her to lower her hands to her sides and tip her face to the floor. He was desperate to possess her, but for now he would start by fucking her sweet mouth until she didn’t know where she ended and he began.
    When she stilled in front of him, even clasping her hands behind her back, he smiled. Finally. This relationship was never going to progress if he didn’t find ways to break her, a little at a time.
    This was progress.
    He made her wait, not reaching out to touch her and not making any further movement himself.
    Finally, he lifted his hands to tug his shirt out of his pants and then unbutton them. He kicked off his shoes, lowered both his pants and his underwear to the floor, and stepped out. He would leave his shirt on, just to antagonize her, knowing she would want to see his chest.
    “Keep your hands behind your back, brat. I control this—the speed, the depth, everything.”
    She didn’t move. Good girl.
    Theo threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back so that her face tipped up to meet his gaze.
    Her eyes were wide, and she licked her lips, leaving them parted when she finished.
    With his free hand, he gripped his cock and stroked from base to tip, his hand not nearly as tight as he would normally prefer. But he was in danger of coming prematurely just from the torture of days not claiming his brat.
    No matter how many times he’d masturbated, he couldn’t get his need for her out of his system.
    Hell, he didn’t want to.
    Lucinda’s gaze lowered to his cock.
    He jerked her hair tighter, twisting his hand so that he tugged hard enough on the strands to make her wince. “If you release your hands, I will stop.”
    “Yes, Master.” Her voice was deeper than usual.
    “If you try to control me, I will stop.”
    She didn’t respond.
    He yanked on her hair, forcing her gaze back to his.
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Good. Open your mouth wide. Don’t close those greedy lips until I say.”
    She did as he told her, and he angled her face back toward his cock. Her mouth was so fuckable it would be a miracle if he lasted five strokes. That was half the reason he’d told her not to close her lips over him.
    Without warning, he thrust into her mouth as deep as possible, knowing he would shock her when his cock hit the back of her throat.
    She gagged and squirmed her torso from side to side, but she didn’t release her hands.
    “That’s it. Steady. Get accustomed to my dick. Relax your throat.” He watched her face as she fought hard to do his bidding.
    Tears escaped the corners of her eyes, but she kept her lips parted.
    He knew he was pushing her. But he also knew it was what she needed.
    Finally, he pulled out slowly, dragging his engorged tip across the roof of her