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“Hands above your head,” he commands in a low growl from between my legs, lest I forget he’s the one in charge. I immediately comply, my mind wandering to what he would do if I didn’t.

I’d probably like it.

Just for fun, I reach down and tug his hair. As if on cue, he sinks his teeth into the tender skin of my inner thigh. I yelp.

“What’d I say?” he growls. “Do I need to tie you to the bed and whip your ass before I make you come? Or are you going to be my good girl and come on my face?”

Oh shit. Oh hell. “I’ll be a good girl—this time anyway,” I say as sweetly as I can. He licks my clit lazily, stifling his own groan. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispers reverently. “You taste delicious. I love this. My God.”

He licks me again and again. My hips jerk and spasm, pleasure washing through my lower belly. I’m warm and tingly, and I haven’t even come yet.

“You taste like sunshine and sex, like whiskey and sin had a baby.”

I giggle and bite my lip. “You’re so romantic, you weirdo.”

He bites my thigh again, and I scream.

“Now you’ve done it, bad girl,” he says, giving me a stern look. Shaking his head, his eyes are on fire. “Disrespecting your husband?”

He’s on his knees, bending down to reach for something on the floor. Oh my God, he came prepared. He has the belt from one of the plush bathrobes in his hand. In one deft movement, he ties my wrists to the headboard and wraps the belt around them, securing it in place.

On his way back down, he slaps my pussy.

I gasp. “You can’t spank me there!”

“I can’t?” he says, bending over and spanking me again. “Do you really want to test that theory? My belt isn’t far off. I can go and get it if you really want me to prove how easily I can whip your pussy.”

It’s rare that I’m completely dumbfounded, but he’s done it. I stare, shivering at the sound of his dark chuckle, before he positions himself between my legs again. My hips jerk, eager for the warm, wet pressure of his tongue. He groans, his muscles tensing, his stiff cock in his hand as he jerks himself off while licking my pussy.

This is the dirtiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I am so here for it.

“You have my permission to come. This time,” he says. He licks me again, and my hips rise. He sucks my clit between his lips.

I shatter. The first spasm of ecstasy crashes through my veins, riding through me. He licks my clit, and I jerk and scream, my wrists tight in my restraints, my hips rising as I come on his face. He grips my ass and squeezes hard.

“Jesus,” he says to himself in a reverent whisper. “She’s still coming.” He licks me again and again. My orgasm is interminable. I think I stop coming and then go into a second one as he drives his fingers into my channel, pumping. I soak his hand, and still I come. Over and over, I climax against his mouth until I’m spent and can’t move.

I’m still tied to the bed when he grabs my legs, spreads them wide, and positions himself above me, driving his thick, hot, throbbing cock between them.

I come again as he thrusts into me, over and over, until I can’t take it anymore. I’m as weak as a rag doll, lying in the bed as he groans, tightens, and spills inside me. “Jesus,” he says. “Never seen one like that before. You’re so uninhibited. It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. God, woman.”

“You weren't exactly Mr. Shy when you came either, caveman.”

That earns me a bonafide smile from the guy.

“Ooh. A smile. What will you do if I feed you breakfast?”

He snorts. “Eat it? But you’re not feeding me breakfast. I waited a long time for this. You stay here. I want to eat breakfast in bed with you.”

He unties my wrists, and I lean back on the pillows, still warm and pliable after coming like that. “Alright,” I say. “If you insist.” Good thing he’s planning on feeding me since I don’t really trust myself to walk right now.

“You’ll find out soon that I don’t usually make suggestions.”

“Mmm,” I say thoughtfully as he tugs on boxers and heads to the door. “You’ll find out soon I don’t usually obey.”

The heat of his gaze turns whatever bones I have left to jelly. “We’ll work on that.”

“I hope we do.”

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