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I give Liv a second to catch her breath, then tell her to stand up. I grab the cuffs hanging out of her boots and set them on the arm of the chair.

As much as I love this fucking outfit, I need it gone, right fucking now.

“Strip.”

Liv smirks, her fingers trailing up the back of her corset, taking her sweet fucking time. Her hips shift just enough that her tits nearly spill over the top. She’s testing me.

I tug the leash, yanking her forward, making her stumble. Her breath catches, and I know that just made her wetter. Liv turns around, easing herself onto my lap, and fuck, she’s wiggling her ass against my cock on purpose.

“Can you help me?” she asks, all mock innocence, like she didn’t get herself into this but suddenlyneeds me to get her out.

I pull my knife from my pocket, flipping it open with a click. Her breath hitches as I slide the blade under the corset, slicing up slowly, careful not to nick her skin.

The leather splits open, and her tits bounce free. I toss the shredded fabric aside, and it lands on the floor with a soft thud. Followed by a small gasp from her lips, but I’ll buy her another one.

Liv leans back against my chest, her head tilting to the side, baring her throat to me. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

I grab one of her perfect tits, squeezing and rolling her nipple between my fingers until she gasps, arching against me.

But I’m not done watching her obey. I slide the knife down the valley of her chest, letting the cold metal graze her stomach, dipping lower to her thigh.

“Boots. Stockings. All of it.” I let the blade barely skim over her pussy. “Or do you need more help?”

Goosebumps break out across her skin, her nipples hardening. “I got it.”

She reaches down, unzipping her boots, and kicks them off. Then she peels off the fishnets, sitting up just enough to push them past her ass before grinding back onto my cock like she’s trying to kill me.

She’s still wearing a thong, but not for long. I grab the thin lace at her hip and slice through one side, then the other. The fabric falls away, leaving her bare, spread open on my lap.

I drag my fingers up her pussy, holding my wet fingers in her face. “Fuck,Sirena. You’re soaked.”

“Mhm,” Liv moans, grinding against my hand, chasing friction.

I lay the knife on the arm of the chair and grip her throat, stopping her.

“Not until I say.”

I stick my fingers in my mouth, tasting her sweet fucking pussy on my tongue. Then, I grab the cuffs and stand, pulling her up with me. She stumbles, her legs shaky, but I walk her to the bed by her collar, stopping at the edge. Letting go of the leash, I unbutton my shirt, letting it fall to the ground, then I grab the spreader bar from the cabinet, kicking my pants off on the way. Liv is facing the bed, and I kneel behind her, locking the leather cuffs to her ankles. She sucks in a breath, blinking down at me.

Then, I stand behind her and push her forward onto the bed. She braces herself with her hands, landing softly on the mattress. I pull the expander bar wide, forcing her legs apart. Liv tries to press them together, on instinct,but she can’t. I spread the bar to its full extension, leaving her completely exposed to me.

I crawl over her, pulling her hands behind her back, cuffing them together. Her head tilts to the side, watching me.

“You still feel like running your mouth?” I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.

Her lips part, but she doesn’t answer. I slide my hand down her back, over her ass, until my fingers graze over her dripping pussy.

“That’s what I thought,” I tell her, standing up from the bed. I grab my custom paddle from the wall, the one with my name hollowed out in the center.

MySirenaloves pushing me as much as I love putting her back in her place.

I drag the paddle over her skin, letting her feel it and making her wait for the impact. Then I bring it down on her ass, not too hard. The crack of wood against skin hits at the same time a moan spills from her mouth, and fuck, that sound together is music to my ears.

A red imprint starts forming instantly, with my name branded on her skin. Fuck, that’s beautiful.

“Count.”

She sucks in a breath. “One.”