"Say it again," Akira ordered.
"Please, Master… fuck me. I need you inside me. I'm begging," she whimpered.
He grabbed a fistful of her white hair and yanked her head back, exposing the curve of her pale blue throat. The pull made her gasp.
"First things first. Kiss my boot. Show me who owns you now."
She didn't hesitate.
The proud Guardian bent forward, pressing her cold lips on the toe of his shoe. "I'm yours," she whispered between kisses. "Your slave. Your whore. Whatever you want."
Akira looked down at the Ice Succubus, who was kneeling before him. Gone was the pride and confidence she had when they had just walked in. The frost flowers on her skin had melted into cold sweat, and her once-arrogant ice-blue eyes now showed only a desperate need.
"Please," she whispered again. "Please... I need—"
"Stop," Akira cut her off.
She froze instantly, trembling.
