When he came back downstairs, I was waiting by the front door eagerly. “Do you have your leash?” he teased, patting the top of my head. “If I do, does that mean I get a treat?” I bit my lower lip and put my hands behind my back, causing my chest to pop and his eyes to dip hungrily. He licked his lips. “If you let me collar you, you’d get so many treats.” He put his hand against the door, pinning me against it. My heart stuttered as he pressed me into me. “What do you say, are you a good girl?” My jaw dropped as he cupped my sex. “I love that you always wear skirts and dresses,” he murmured,
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