- Kathrine Andrews: ( Song of the chapter: Tongue by Mariboustate)
I tightened my grip on the leash, feeling the weight of it in my hand, the soft yet unyielding leather connecting me to her.
Glyndon knelt between my legs, her body still, her breath slow and uneven. Her chin rested against my thigh like a submissive little puppy, her wide eyes looking up at me with something raw, something pleading.
Begging.
Not with words—she didn't need to.
Her expression said everything.
She wanted me to take her. To own her. To control her.
She would do anything for me.
Anything I wanted.
A slow smirk curled my lips as I traced my fingers along the collar, feeling the smooth leather encircling her throat. It suited her. Perfectly. Like it was made to be there.
She swallowed hard at my touch, her eyes never leaving mine, dark and hazy with something dangerously sweet.
Desperation.
Obedience.
Submission.
