He wanted so many things—to blindfold her, to bind her. He wanted her submission. “Tell me.” “That part of me wants you praying for my cock. Writhing beneath me as I pound into you. Begging for my come to fill you.” Her eyes were so dark, they were ringed only with a thin circle of green. “How do you prefer to receive prayer, my lord?” His head rushed and he almost forgot to answer, so distracted by the way she looked and the words she’d spoken, so willing to please. “On your knees.” She lowered to one, then the other slowly, and when her face was level with his cock, he gathered her hair into
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