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“Oh!”

He groans. “Ah, babe, you’re so damn wet for me already. You like this, don’t you?”

His lips move from my neck to my mouth. His lips are strong and unyielding. Where he’d been slow and gentle just minutes before, now he’s hard and demanding. I open my mouth to him because he demands it.

His fingers are still in me, and his thumb is circling my clit. Around and around, in and out. His mouth is punishing me with the intensity of the kiss.

I squirm against his fingers, wanting more and more.

I gasp, my eyes squeezed tightly shut behind the blindfold. The explosion in me is fierce and unexpected. My hips buck against his fingers, and I’m shaking all over in uncontrollable spasms.

“That’s right. Let go. Come for me,” Dax says next to my mouth.

“Dax, I want you. Now.”

He laughs against my lips. “That’s not how this works. I told you. My house, my rules. I’ll give you what you want, but you’re going to wait for it.”

He pushes a damp, stray hair behind my ear, then leans down and kisses me with an agonizingly slow kiss that curls my toes. He deepens the kiss, then shifts his lower body. His cock is positioned at my wet, hot entrance, yet I know he’s not going to give me what I want. He’s going to tease me until I can’t take any more.

Somewhere in the recesses of my lust-filled brain, I hear myself moaning.

My hands are in tight fists in the handcuffs. I’m pulling against them again. I can’t help it. I want to touch him. I’m frustrated by the chains yet turned on at the same time. Having him push against me, but not into me, is making me ache with a need that is unfurling dark and urgent within me.

I may not be able to touch him, but I will at least be able to see him. Even though my hands don’t have much slack, there’s enough for me to be able to rip the blindfold off my face. So that’s exactly what I do.

He notices immediately.

He lifts his head to look at me. A small, almost sardonic smile lifts up the corner of his mouth. “You just broke a rule.”

“I want to see you,” I tell him boldly. “I don’t care about your rules.”

He shakes his head at me. “Naughty girl. You should’ve asked first. Obviously, you can’t be allowed to just break the rules whenever you feel like it.”

“What’re you going to do about it?” I ask him sassily, daring him with my eyes.

I buck my hips against him and then move one of my legs out from under his. I wrap the leg around his hips and push myself upward, straining toward him.

He laughs and pivots his hips back, out of reach. “You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Please? Oh, now you want to be all compliant and sweet?” He reaches across the bed and grabs the blindfold. “Too bad. You don’t get what you want when you break the rules. Lift your head,” he orders brusquely.

Obediently, I raise my head and wait for him to tie the blindfold back on. Then, I lay back, heavy with anticipation and need.

He lifts off me and, instead of laying on top of me, he’s on his knees, balanced on each side of my legs. I then hear him unlock the cuffs from the bed.

“Sit up,” he says.

Confused, I take a second before moving to a sitting position against the headboard. He then gently takes my hands and locks the handcuffs to the headboard again. But before he has a chance to retreat, I feel his hard dick stroke against my cheek.

“What are you doing, Dax?”

“You said you wanted my cock. I’ve decided to give you what you want, after all,” he says as he glides his cock against my lips.

I lean forward and take him into my mouth, sucking hard. His hips shoot forward, driving himself deeper into my mouth. His hands fly to my hair, and his tight grip on my head urges me to go faster.

He groans out loud, and his hands tighten in my hair. “Looking down on you with your lips on me has to be the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. But, fuck, I can’t let you do this. I’m trying to take this slow for you.”