The alarm went off and I rolled out of bed with a groan. We both got up for work around 7:00 a.m., and we had a pretty regular, steady routine.
I didn't know it yet, but this morning was about to be anything but regular.
Declan approached me and planted a deep, long kiss on my lips.
"Good morning," he said, his voice husky after sleeping.
"Morning," I muttered, still feeling like a zombie. Until I have my coffee, I'm the kind of person you don't want to make eye contact with first thing in the morning. That's why kissing me like that, at this hour, was pretty unusual, especially considering we're both terrible at getting to work on time.
But he wasn't done. He pulled me closer and I felt his cock, hard and hot against me.
"Last night was hot," he murmured, kissing me again.
"Mmm-hmm," I said against his lips.
His hands found my hair and he grabbed a handful of it, gently tugging my head back to expose my neck.
"You meant what you said?" His lips traced the length of my neck and sent shivers up my spine.
"Hmm?"
"About becoming my slave." He bit my neck.
I let out a gasp. "Declan, we're going to be late for work." My body was warming up and though I was still groggy, I wanted nothing more than for him to keep kissing me.
"We're early. It's 6 a.m."
Surprised, I gazed at him.
He straightened and returned my gaze. "We're starting a new routine. Every morning, you'll wake up with me at 6. And you will please me before we go to work."
His hand found its way between my legs and started massaging my clit. My breath came out in short little gasps.
"And when I tell you to do something, you'll say 'Yes, Sir.'" His gaze grew more intense, and it was clear he meant what he said.
He really means to control me, I thought. A spark fired within me and a deep ache grew between my legs.
"Yes, Sir," I said, sucking in air sharply as his fingers slipped inside me.
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