143. A Spicy Fantasy

Chapter One Hundred And Forty Three

“A fucking kiss when I wanted more!” I groaned slamming the empty bottle of whiskey on the glass table signaling to one of the low ranking slaves to bring over another bottle.

“Got a taste of her” I said remembering how she tasted, the feel of her soft skin and her addictive scent still lingering on me. That little kiss is a spark that has ignited an animalistic yearning in me that is driving me crazy.

I want to take her in 69 positions while ripping off her innocence in unimaginable ways. The scent of her arousal down at the dungeon made my cock hard with savage intentions.

“Did you fuck her ?” my friend asked with narrowed eyebrows.

“No, a fucking kiss but it won’t be the last time I will get a taste of her”

“It wouldn’t be advisable to force her …” I lifted my hands to make him shut it and he kept quiet dropping whatever he was about to say. No one get to tell me what I can or can’t do with my captive.

She’s a sassy entertainment for now
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