Page 107 of Wicked Vile King
"Let me go so I can," she says, and I do.
I release the collar, and she stands quickly. Next to me, she shimmies out of her blue lace panties. Then she wads them up in her hand, throws them at my face, and smiles pure poison at me.
I pluck the panties off my forehead and deposit them next to me.
"How can I help you,sir?" she purrs.
Oh fuck. That's new. I like it.
"On your hands and knees," I tell her.
She bites the inside of her cheek and looks one millisecond away from telling me to take whatever I'm planning and shove it up my ass. Ha! She wishes I'd allow her to peg me.
She moves to crouch beside me, and I hold up a hand, silently telling her to stop.
"Not there." I cock my head to my left. "There, right along the edge."
"What?" She goes ghostly pale and swallows so loudly the guards smoking in the courtyard can probably hear it.
"There," I repeat, cutting my gaze to the spot on the slate roofing again. "Now."
"Saint . . ." she begins, her voice small, a little panicked.
"Now," I repeat.
She whimpers and shuffles her feet.
"Don't you trust me?" I say, throwing her agreement from seconds prior back at her.
She looksthisclose from telling menot that muchbefore I give her a glare that dares her to say no. Slowly, she walks over to the edge.
"Kneel," I tell her. "On your hands and knees, pretty girl."
She's careful, giving a solid twelve inches between herself and the edge of the roof, but still, she yelps when she accidentally catches a glimpse of the drop.
"Hold onto the ledge," I order as I grab her skirt and roll it up, exposing her ass.
"Why?" she squeaks, and I guess I'm going to have to fuck the fear of heights out of her too.
"I've dreamt of this moment since the first time I saw you on campus," I admit, palming her ass.
"What?"
I barely hear the word.
"I've wanted to fuck you here since the moment I saw you," I continue. "My favorite place on campus, and I wanted to fuck you here."
"Is that what you're planning?" she asks, not quite managing to look over her shoulder while both of her hands hold on to the roof for dear life. "You planning to fuck me, Saint?"
"Depends," I say, continuing to massage her gorgeous ass.
"Depends on what?"
"If you say it. Say it, Willow."
She knows what I mean.
"Now?" she asks.
