Page 23 of Possessive Ink

Not speaking, he slides his palm over my neck until it’s wrapped around my throat. “Swallow,” he orders.

I do it without thought, feeling the restriction of his fingers even though his hold on me isn’t tight.

“That’s what I mean, Lemon,” he rasps, leaning forward and kissing me lightly while his grip on my neck tightens. “Again.”

I swallow again, and he exhales audibly.

“Perfect, Princess,” he purrs. “Will you let me worship you?”

“I…” I start, then pause, because what do I even say? I’m not a virgin. I’ve had boyfriends and liaisons, but none of them have ever been anything like Atticus.

“Say yes, then all you have to do is what I tell you,” he coaxes, sounding so calm and reasonable.

“Yes,” I hear myself say.

“Stand up,” he whispers, keeping his fingers wrapped loosely around my throat until I’m standing in front of him. “Where’s the zipper on this dress?”

“At the back,” I whisper.

“Turn around for me then, Princess.”

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ATTICUS

It takes me longer than it should to let my fingers drop from her neck, but as soon as I do, she slowly pivots until she’s facing away from me. This fucking sailor dress is the biggest tease, hinting at her sexy curves, but not showing me anything but a sliver of cleavage.

Finding the end of the zipper, I slowly tug it down, revealing more and more of her peachy skin. When it’s fully unfastened, it takes me a second to figure out the logistics of getting her out of her dress, but once I understand, I unhook the buttons at the nape of her neck and let the whole dress slide to a heap at her feet on the floor.

“Step out of your shoes and dress,” I tell her, watching as she accepts my orders without thought. It’s clear she’s never been in a sexually submissive role before, but she’s a natural, allowing me to take the lead without pushing back.

I’m not looking for a slave. I’ve never been interested in Yes, Master puppets. But I don’t want a brat who is constantly pushing against my rules to get a physical reaction either, although I do occasionally enjoy a little spanking.

I want a woman who wants to obey my commands and enjoy the freedom that ceding control to me will give her. I want a perfect little princess who will kneel at my feet and look up at me with innocence and love in her sexy blue eyes. I want someone I can spend the rest of my life adoring and worshipping. I want Lemon.

“Turn around, Princess,” I tell her, waiting with bated breath as she slowly spins to face me.

Fully dressed, she’s stunning, but in nothing but a white strapless bra and panties, she’s my own personal paradise. Full tits, thick thighs, hips, and an ass meant to be grabbed and squeezed—she’s a curvy fucking goddess.

“Look at you, Princess,” I praise. “Absolute perfection.”

“No one’s perfect, and I’m far from it,” she argues.

“Don’t do that, Princess. Don’t dismiss it when I pay you a compliment. To me, you are fucking perfect, Lemon. Do you understand?” I growl angrily.

“Sorry,” she whispers, her gaze dropping away from my face.

“Do you understand?” I ask again.

“I understand,” she says meekly, pink highlighting her cheeks.

“I understand…Sir,” I tell her.

Her gaze snaps to mine again. Swallowing, she eyes me like she’s waiting for me to laugh or tell her I’m joking, but I’m not. I don’t expect her to call me Sir all the time, but when we’re like this. I want it. I need it.

“I understand…Sir,” she says, her eyes wide, darting around the room like she’s expecting someone to jump out and shout, “Gotcha.”

“Thank you, Princess,” I praise. “I want to see all of you.”