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Luka

Savannah was a work of art.

Gorgeous.

Obedient.

Mine .

I removed the glass from her lips and brought the rim to my mouth, desiring a taste of her. She was my ultimate craving, the one female I never grew tired of. Which was precisely why I claimed her.

My exquisite pet.

My prized possession.

My perfect slave.

I set my glass on the table near the wall, my foyer suddenly feeling a thousand degrees too warm. I’d hung up my jacket in my office, along with my tie, but that didn’t stop the rush of heat from overwhelming me at the sight of my Savannah waiting for me on her knees.

I unfastened my cuff links, then dropped them into the bowl on the foyer table and began to roll my sleeves. It was a studious motion, meant to demonstrate control but actually allowed my forearms to breathe.

Declan and Ian were too busy studying Savannah to notice, their hungry gazes roaming over her submissive position. The three of us had played before, years ago, but this was their first time meeting my new pet. Although, I supposed she wasn’t very new anymore.

It’d been nearly two years since I first laid eyes on my darling, sweet Savannah. I’d wanted her immediately, just as I sensed Declan and Ian wanted her now. She had that impact on men with her striking looks and stunning proportions. That she radiated innocence only added to her allure.

Oh, but my pet wasn’t innocent at all. A vixen lurked beneath her skin, one I adored coaxing out of her. Yet on the surface, she appeared untouched and angelic.

So beautiful.

So fuckable.

I approached her again and brushed my knuckles along her jaw. “Are you still thirsty, Savannah?”

She shivered visibly, her excitement palpable. But there was an underlying edge of fear as well. I’d brought home new playmates, ones she didn’t know. That both intrigued and scared her. I could read it in the line of her shoulders and in the way her breath hitched subtly before she replied, “Yes, Sir.”

Good girl , I thought, pleased with her communication.

“Hmm, maybe Master Ian will let you drink from his glass?” I suggested, glancing at my old friend.

He’d lost his tie and cuff links back in my study. He was the epitome of casual with his charcoal pants and the sleeves of his white button-down shirt rolled up to his elbows. Very unlike Declan, who still had a black silk tie around his neck.

They were night and day in both personality and looks, Ian being the relaxed blond who always enjoyed a good time. While Declan, with his dark hair and matching eyes, tended to be more selective in his tastes. They were both close friends from college who shared my sexual proclivities, which was how I knew they’d be a good match for Savannah.

Ian approached her slowly, the heat of his body caressing her back as he circled her close enough to allow her to sense him without actually touching. Then he paused beside me to stare down at her. He took a swallow of his brandy before lowering the glass to her lips.

“Open, beautiful,” he told her. She did as he commanded, allowing him to tip some of the contents into her luscious mouth. “Don’t swallow.”

Savannah seemed to freeze. He hadn’t given her much to hold on to, but enough that she would feel a sensual burn against her tongue.

Ian glanced at me, his expression telling me he was impressed by her compliance.

Rather than reply, I used my thumb to guide her chin back, forcing her to meet my gaze while she held the brandy in her mouth. “Stand up, Savannah.”

Her eyes began to glisten through her lacy black mask. Whether it was from the burn or from her intrinsic fear of what came next, I wasn’t sure. But she studiously lifted herself onto her stiletto heels, her subtle wince telling me she’d remained in that position just a bit too long for comfort.

Good.

I enjoyed these little displays of discipline.

She wanted to please me.

And in turn, I desired to please her.

I pulled her to me, my lips sealing over hers. She shuddered—her usual response to my touch. Then her tremble intensified as I dipped my tongue into her mouth to taste the brandy waiting for me inside. I took some of the liquid from her mouth and swallowed it for her, providing her with the relief I knew she craved.

“Swallow the rest,” I told her softly, my palm caressing her cheek as I kissed her once more. I felt her obey my command, her throat working beneath my opposite hand as I clasped her neck. “You taste so good, baby,” I praised her, my grip tightening just enough to assert my dominance.

“Thank you, Sir.”

I nearly smiled but withheld the inclination and looked at Ian. “Do you want a taste?”

“I do,” he replied, his gaze going to her lips.

I released her into his arms, allowing him to take control while I observed. His hand replaced mine around her throat, while his opposite hand held his drink. Then he guided her into him, his mouth descending upon hers without a word.

Savannah reacted appropriately, opening to him and allowing him to take whatever he desired. Just as a pet should.

So damn perfect , I thought, not for the first time. She’d always been like this—eager to please and desiring the same darkness I favored.

I gave up trying to fuck her out of my system.

Now I embraced her as mine. Only mine. Always mine.

Declan leaned a shoulder against the wall, his expression giving nothing away as he watched Ian devour Savannah. She didn’t melt into him the way she did with me, but she didn’t shy away either.

His palm tightened around her throat, my old friend a fan of asphyxiation. Savannah didn’t react at first, her training resolute. But as the pressure continued, her eyes fluttered open and a flare of panic dilated her pupils.

She didn’t know Ian.

That lack of trust showed now, tears piercing those beautiful dark irises.

Then I cleared my throat and her fear dissipated.

Deep down, she knew I’d never let him seriously injure her. Breath play, maybe. Death, absolutely not.

Ian slowly released his grip, his nostrils flaring in response to her growing anxiety. He dragged his teeth over her lower lip, his blue eyes radiating fire as he stared at her. “You were right, Luka. She’s stunning.”

Savannah’s breath came in a pant, her cheeks taking on a pretty pink glow. “What do you say, Savannah?” I asked her.

“Thank you, Master Ian.”

Declan pushed off the wall, his hands in his pockets. He was the only one who hadn’t partaken of a drink. Typical. He never indulged much in alcohol during our college years either, his focus always on the future. “My turn,” he said, not bothering to ask me for permission. He took Savannah by the hips, spinning her toward him and taking her mouth in the next breath.

Goose bumps pebbled down her arms, her confusion palpable.

I always dictated.

I always set the rules.

I always commanded the room.

And Declan had just taken her without permission.

It was a change of pace. A new methodology she didn’t understand. A surprise of sorts. One I allowed because of my long friendship with the man kissing the hell out of my toy. I trusted him to lead, knew he required his own introduction to determine the next steps. And given the way he held Savannah, I knew exactly what those steps would be.

He wanted to fuck her.

Hard .

And I couldn’t wait to watch.