Her free leg trembled in his hold — her hidden desire to be worshipped by completely sucking her foot without; she gave in a soft moan that left her when he nipped the pad of her toe with his teeth.

He repeated the process on her other foot, then kissed his way up the inside of her calf, the sensitive skin behind her knee, until he reached her inner thighs.

Here he took his time.

His mouth pressed hot, open kisses to the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thighs.

Phei’s tongue dragged slow, wet lines that made her thighs quiver and twitch. He nipped — tender, teasing bites that sank into the meat of her thigh and left faint red crescents behind.

The skin there was thinner, hotter, more sensitive.

Every bite made her jolt and whimper, her thighs trying to close around his head before his hands forced them apart again.

His thumbs stroked soothing circles even as his mouth worked higher.

When Phei reached the crease where thigh met hip, he deliberately avoided the soaked lace between her legs, instead he started kissing and licking around it, his tongue flicking the sensitive skin just beside her swollen labia, making her hips buck and a desperate, wordless sound tear from her throat.

"Boss— please— I— it’s too much—"

"Shhh," he soothed, voice dark with amusement and love. "You’re doing so well. Your body is telling me everything your voice still struggles with. Every hidden desire is rising to the surface for me, isn’t it, little one? You want to be devoured. You want to be owned. And I’m going to give you exactly that."

He flipped her then — strong, gentle hands turning her onto her stomach in one smooth motion.

Since the sheer remnants of the nightie were long gone, only the tiny white panties was still clinging to her hips.

Catrina’s arms were still above her head with her fingers gripping the headboard.

Her full, round supple ass rose slightly, the thin straps of her panties disappearing between the plump cheeks.

Phei straddled her thighs, not putting his full weight on her, and leaned down.

His mouth found the nape of her neck first, kissing the sensitive spot where hair met skin. Then lower — slow, wet kisses down the elegant line of her spine.

His tongue traced every vertebra, pausing to suck lightly at each one, making her arch and moan into the pillow. His hands slid down her sides, thumbs pressing into the muscles along her back, massaging even as his mouth worked.

When he reached the small of her back he lingered, his tongue dipped into the two little dimples there, teeth grazing the skin just above the waistband of her panties.

Then he moved to her ass.

Phei kissed each plump cheek slowly, reverently, before nipping — tender bites that sank into the soft flesh and made it jiggle slightly, pulling a high, shocked whimper from her.

His hands kneaded the full globes, fingers sinking deep into the yielding flesh, spreading her ass cheeks just enough to expose the thin strip of lace between them and the tight pucker of her pink asshole.

He leaned in and sniffed — slow, deliberate, inhaling the heavy, sweet-musky scent rising from her wet cunt and the cleft of her ass. A low, appreciative growl rumbled in his chest.

"You smell like sin and surrender, Cat," he murmured against her skin. "Like everything I’ve ever wanted."

His teeth grazed the curve of one cheek again, then the other, before he delivered two light, teasing slaps — just hard enough to make the plump flesh bounce and ripple, leaving faint pink handprints that faded quickly.

She gasped, hips lifting into the touch, and he immediately soothed the warm spots with open-mouthed kisses and the flat of his tongue.

Her body pushed back into his hands and mouth without shame, offering more.

He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties.

"Lift your hips."

She obeyed instantly.

Phei slid the soaked lace down her thighs slowly, letting the damp fabric drag over her skin with a wet sound.

When it reached her knees he paused, leaned in, and sniffed the crotch of the panties — slow, deep, a low sound of satisfaction leaving him at the concentrated scent of her high, silent lust.

Then he finished removing them, tossing the ruined garment aside.

Now Catrina was completely bare.

He flipped her onto her back again, settling between her spread thighs.

Phei’s hands slid up her body — over her hips, the soft plane of her abdomen, her ribs — until they cupped her full, soft breasts once more.

He kneaded them slowly, fingers sinking into the heavy weight, thumbs flicking across her stiff dark nipples while his mouth returned to her throat, sucking harder this time, leaving faint red marks that would fade by morning.

His tongue traced the column of her neck, teeth grazing her visibly throbbing pulse point, one hand sliding up to gently collar her throat — not squeezing, just holding, feeling her swallow and moan beneath his palm.

"Every inch," he whispered against her heated skin. "Every sound. Every hidden desire that surfaces for me. This body is learning who it belongs to."

He moved down again, kissing a path between her breasts, across the soft plane of her abdomen, around her navel. His tongue dipped in once more, then lower — kissing the soft skin just above where she needed him most.

He deliberately avoided her swollen, dripping cunt, instead focusing on the crease of her hips, the sensitive skin where thigh met torso, nipping and sucking until she was writhing, whimpering, tears of overwhelming need slipping from the corners of her eyes.

Fresh arousal had already begun to drip visibly from her swollen labia, running down her perineum and toward the tight pucker of her anus.

"Boss— please— I need— I can’t—"

"You can," he said, voice firm and loving. "You’re going to take everything I give you. And you’re going to thank me for it."

He lifted her legs again, folding her nearly in half, and returned to her feet and inner thighs with renewed focus — sucking her toes one by one, biting the tender flesh of her inner thighs hard enough to leave marks, licking long, wet stripes that stopped just short of her dripping core.

Every time she tried to grind toward his mouth he pulled back, a dark, tender smile on his lips.

"Look at you," he murmured, eyes glowing with dominance and something far deeper. "So desperate. So beautifully honest. Your body is already in full worshipful submission, isn’t it? Every hidden desire I pull to the surface makes you wetter. Makes you tremble. Makes you mine."

He flipped her one final time onto her stomach, pulled her hips up so she was on her knees, chest pressed to the bed, ass raised high.

The position was obscene and vulnerable.

Her back arched deeply, the striped light painting every curve.

Catrina’s full round ass was spread slightly by the position, the tight pucker of her pink asshole visibly clenching, and below it her swollen labia were parted and dripping steadily, arousal running down to coat her perineum and the tight ring of her anus.

Phei knelt behind her, hands spreading the plump cheeks of her ass wide.

He kissed the cleft between them — slow, deliberate, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin there while she moaned brokenly into the sheets. Light slaps landed on each cheek again — teasing, rhythmic — making the flesh ripple and redden faintly before he soothed them with open-mouthed kisses and the flat of his tongue.

"Every inch," he repeated, voice rough with restrained hunger and absolute love. "And when I’m done... when every part of you has been kissed, bitten, marked, and claimed by my mouth and hands... then I’ll decide if you’ve earned what you’ve been begging for since the hallway."

He leaned over her back, one hand sliding beneath to cup her full breast, fingers pinching her stiff dark nipple, the other wrapping gently around her throat again, pulling her head back just enough so he could speak directly into her ear.

"Until then, little one... you’re going to take everything I give you. And you’re going to come apart for me without me even touching that sweet, desperate cunt of yours. Do you understand?"

Her answer was a broken, worshipful moan that shook her entire body, fresh wetness visibly dripping from her untouched labia as she trembled.

And Phei smiled against her ear, dark, tender, and utterly in control.

"Good girl."