Emily's first reaction to being pulled into a kneeling position between Erik's legs was to grab for the waist of his pants. Her face was melting in lust and need, her eyes only focused on one thing.
Pats
With a growl, Erik swatted her hands away. Narrowing his eyes, he pulled the leash taut. Emily's upper body straightened so that she could only meet his stern gaze with desperation, her body only held up by the thick collar around her neck.
Actually, Erik was surprised by the level of desperation he saw in her. She'd not seemed that bad before he got rough with her, yet their bond told him her behaviour had been genuine the whole time.
"You think you deserve access to my cock, bitch?" he growled, his own behaviour being a mix of their usual play and a genuine desire to figure out what she'd been doing in this house.
