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Chapter Seventeen

On her Knees

Eli

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SHE WAS FUCKING PERFECT.

Half-stripped, bound, and trying in vain to keep her pretty nose to the wall, my little girl couldn’t seem to keep still.

She knew what was coming next—I hadn’t been secretive about what I wanted—but she didn’t yet know how things would go. In my mind’s eye, I saw the events unfolding, felt her lips wrapped around my prick and heard her gagging around its length.

It was going to be sublime.

Skipping from one foot to the next, she wasn’t the picture of obedience yet, but I had the sense her subservience would grow with time and persistence on my part. What she was, though, for the first time since I’d woken, was not trying to cause a ruckus. Despite her situation, my expectations, and her obvious agitation, she seemed to have accepted her predicament.

For now.

Grabbing the box of matches left by the fireplace, I lit one and held the flame to the log I’d already selected from the remaining pile. The cold hadn’t appeared to bother either of us since I’d spanked her, but I had to be reasonable. There was several feet of snow on the ground outside, and I expected her to get on her knees and serve me. The very least she merited was the comfort and protection of a fire while she attended to my needs.

“How are you doing, little girl?” Peering over my shoulder, I noticed how her awkward little dance seemed to have subsided, leaving her still aside from her exaggerated breaths.

I adored how well she seemed to have taken to her pet name. She’d countered it initially—understandably perhaps as it inferred she was a child—but leaning against the wood with her magnificent ass on display, there wasn’t a murmur of complaint from her lips, and from where I crouched, the name had never seemed more fitting.

Whatever she said, Erin needed me to quiet the chattering chaos of her mind. Yes, she’d seemed embarrassed to have been exposed and chastised, but she was infinitely calmer then than she had been when I’d first woken.

There was a pride in that knowledge.

I’dhelped to settle her by giving her one thing to focus on—me.

“I don’t know, sir.” She sounded wretched at her own powerlessness.

Her tone might have concerned me more had I not already known just how wet being so helpless was making her. Not only had I enjoyed the pleasure of her pussy when I’d taken control between the sheets, but I’d seen the evidence for myself when I’d yanked down her tantalizing panties. Armed with that knowledge, rather than move me, her sad little display only enthralled me.

“You look damn good from here.”

With her arms tethered in the small of her back and her delectable ass and pussy presented for my viewing pleasure, she was like every fucking wet dream I’d ever had—a beautiful woman who was bound to serve me.

Glancing back to check the flames before I ordered her to come to me, I collected the chair I’d fallen asleep on and placed it in front of the fire. I took my time, enjoying the sense of power I held as I sat down and beckoned her toward me.

“Okay, come here.”