![]() ![]() His kindness wasn’t motivated by lack of right. He had the paperwork to prove it he owned her and could do whatever he pleased. It was true, he was a bit tame with her, but she knew she was his. ![]() “I’m sure you intend to remedy that problem in a few moments.” His eyes dilated, and his lips parted in a grin.Īsher shrugged. James sat perfectly still, Asher’s bullwhip draped across his lap. As Asher watched from across the room, he could see the evidence of her arousal, her skin glistening with the telltale signs of her growing excitement. She made her way across the floor toward their guest, the bell he’d added to her collar jingling the entire way. ![]() “Be a good kitten, and crawl over to James.” Her dark mahogany hair fell forward over her eyes, giving her a look of demure submission that was so beyond the truth of his playful Darcy, it was laughable. Though he wasn’t sure outfit was the proper term, as what she was wearing was little more than black satin ribbons that crisscrossed her body, leaving exposed everything one would wish to see. The slutty kitty outfit he’d dressed her in, complete with a tail he’d inserted an hour before his friend had arrived. Her long, elegant limbs, the supple leather collar, the black heels. He sucked in a breath at the sight of her. She turned at the sound of Asher’s voice and smirked, wiggling her ass at him. ![]()
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