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Isabelle’s stomach twisted in a knot as he ran his eyes up and down her exposed form with a look of appreciation before giving her an exaggerated wink.
Chance reached out and ran his thumb along her lower lip, desire hardening his eyes. “Get on your knees.”
“What?” asked Isabelle, baffled by the request.
Sharpening his gaze on her open mouth, he repeated through a clenched jaw, not accustomed to his orders not being immediately obeyed. “Get. On. Your. Knees.”
Alarmed at the savage look he was giving her, Isabelle was still baffled. “But why?”
“Because I intend to put my cock into that beautiful mouth of yours,” he growled, radiating barely leashed tension.
Rather than staring at her beautiful breasts during her bath, Chance had become fascinated with her mouth. Her lips were a delicious red color, as if stained by a rich merlot. The plump lower lip, often caught between her pearly teeth. Imagining the feel of those same pearly teeth as they gently scraped along the underside of his cock, nearly drove him over the edge. It took all his restrain to allow her to finish her bath unmolested. There was plenty of time to take her cunny, right now he wanted her mouth.
Confused, Isabelle stammered, “Such things don’t happen! That’s not possible!”
“Oh, it will be a struggle on your part, but I assure you it will be possible.”
After allowing his words to sink in, Chance said, “Now, Belle.”
Isabelle blinked away the tears rapidly forming in her large, dark blue eyes. Never one to beg, she did so now. “Please, don’t make me.”
Chance ran his knuckles along her cheek, smearing the tears. “You are my captive. It is your duty to see to my pleasure, that is if you value your life,” he responded quietly, making his words all that more dangerous. “Do you understand, ma petite?”
Isabelle nodded her head as the tears continued to fall. Realizing she had little choice, Isabelle reluctantly obeyed. Clutching the bathing linen protectively to her chest, she bit her lip and slowly bent her knees. Keeping her head lowered in humiliation and fear, she refused to look at his erect cock.
“Tilt your head back,” Chance ordered, his voice harsh with desire. Isabelle knew to fight would only cause her pain and delay the inevitable. With a sniff, she did as she was told.