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Jules’s eyes flash with impatience and desire, and my grin stretches wider. My girl is hungry for my cock. My beast preens at the thought.
“Lie back,” I murmur, keeping my voice measured so the alpha command does not come through. Alphas have the ability to influence shifters and humans, and I want everything to be her choice.
Jules squints one eye at me in suspicion, naked apart from those sinful heels. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asks. “Or are you planning to fuck me with your mind?”
“Something like that,” I rumble, my cock twitching at the very thought of what I’m about to suggest.
Confusion knits her brow again, and it takes me a moment to summon the words without making them an outright command.
“Lie back on the bed and touch yourself. Show me how you like to come.”
Chapter Twelve
Jules
A searing heat scorches my cheeks as Dimitri’s words roll over me. He wants to watch me as I make myself come? My core throbs at the very thought while my heart lodges somewhere in my throat.
I’m a woman who enjoys sex, but I’ve never been an exhibitionist. I’ve certainly never masturbated in front of anyone before.
But then Dimitri’s brow arches in a challenge, and I want to slap that smirk off his face — almost as much as I want to seat myself down on his cock until he fills every inch of me.
God, what is wrong with me? Dimitri is my fucking boss, and I’m naked on his bed.
But I don’t care anymore. I want him too much, and I can tell from the way his body responds that he wants me just as much.
“Fine,” I whisper, smirking right back. “But you don’t get to participate — not until I’m finished.”
That handsome face of his scrunches in confusion, and I slide off the enormous bed and lead him to a chair in the corner.
Dimitri’s breath catches as I reach for his belt, careful not to brush his very obvious erection as I undo the buckle and slide the leather through the loops of his pants.
I push him down and start to wrap the belt around one wrist and the wooden arm of the chair. Dimitri just stares at me, one brow cocked, as I wander into his closet to find another belt.
His body is a wire stretched to the breaking point, and his strong hands curl around the arms of the chair as I tighten his second manacle.
My heart pounds as I turn toward the bed, swaying my hips a little more than is necessary to begin Dimitri’s torture. My ass jiggles, and I hear a low growl. The wooden frame of the chair groans and squeaks as he tests the strength of the leather.
I crawl onto the bed like a cat, stretching out my arms and legs before turning to face him and lying back. My heart is hammering so violently I’m almost sure he can hear it, and my breaths are embarrassingly ragged.
Settling against the soft pillows, I skim my fingertips along my collarbone before letting them trail down to my breasts. I make slow circles around each center, chancing a glance at Dimitri.
His eyes are the lightest I’ve ever seen them — molten, shimmering gold. He’s watching me with a predatory stare that would be terrifying if I didn’t know him — if I didn’t want him.
I suck in a breath as I refocus on my body, brushing my fingertips over each nipple. They’re still hard from our earlier activities, and I pinch them gently between my fingers.
It’s not as though I need the stimulation. With Dimitri watching me with that wolfish gaze, my pussy is already throbbing, but I take my time caressing my breasts — working my nipples into harder and harder points.
In the corner, the chair creaks loudly, and I look over to see Dimitri perched on the very edge, his forearms tensed on the armrests. His lips are parted in a hungry expression, and I have a feeling that if I didn’t have him restrained, he already would have pounced.
A surge of pride erupts in my chest, and I hold his needy gaze as I trail one hand between my legs. My pussy is still sensitive after my first orgasm, so my touch is featherlight as I graze my fingertips over my clit.
A low moan slips from Dimitri’s throat, and the chair groans under his weight. He’s staring at me with such need and desperation that it makes my whole body ignite with desire.
Any self-consciousness I felt evaporates at once, and I start to imagine it’s his fingers making slow circles over that little bundle of nerves — his hand cupping my breast.
A soft moan escapes me as the pressure starts to build in my core. The chair cracks again as Dimitri readjusts, his erection tenting his pants as he watches.
I’m close. And yet, despite my earlier condition, I don’t want to make myself come. I only want Dimitri’s skillful hands on me — his mouth, his cock.
