Poppy glanced down and back up to my face. “You want me to put it in my mouth?” she asked, looking at me from under her lashes in a way that was utterly f*****g debilitating to my ability to form coherent thoughts.
I grabbed a few bills and tucked them into her b*a myself. Then I took that silk bow in hand and slowly untied it, baring that lovely neck for me to suck and nip at, as I slid the silk through my hands—reverently, like I would hold my stole or my cincture.
I pulled back and wrapped one end of the length around her neck, tying it to itself in a secure knot—the kind of knot that meant I’d be able to yank on it without worrying about it tightening around her neck.
Leash secured, I wrapped the loose end once around my hand and gave an experimental tug. She jerked forward a bit, m
