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“I do,” she whispered.
With those two words, he pushed off the bed and moved to his chair, grabbed the tie, and settled back between her legs again. “You need a safe word.”
“A safe word?”
“You know, for if it’s too much. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t stop me.”
She frowned. “I could just say no.”
“Sometimes it’s hard for people to say no in the moment. I wouldn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t. So tell me something you wouldn’t say in normal conversation.”
“Creamsicle.”
“What?”
“That’s the word.”
He laughed. “My pheromone?”
Her cheeks flushed.
“Creamsicle, it is.”
He leaned over her, lifting her arms above her head, crossing her hands. She licked her lips, watching him wrap the tie around her wrists several times, lacing it through the center and looping it over the metal bar that traversed the length of his wooden headboard. He smirked when she tugged at the restraints, unable to get free.
Moving back down her body, he nipped, kissed, and sucked at her skin until he positioned himself between her thighs again. “You are so beautiful, Kitten. And all mine.” His mouth covered her clit again, tongue flicking at a rapid pace.
Her back arched, a guttural groan escaping her mouth. She couldn’t do anything with her hands restrained above her head. He knew it. She knew it. And he took advantage of it.
Two fingers slid into her heat again and she whimpered, trying to hold back the moan in her throat, failing when he sucked at her slit. The wet, popping sound when he pulled away was lewd and made her toes curl.
His left hand gripped her thigh in a bruising grip as he lavished her with kisses, licks, and bites that pulled at the sensitive flesh between her legs.
The noises he made as he lapped up her liquid arousal sounded obscene. If she weren’t out of her mind with pleasure, she might feel embarrassment, but with the way he possessed her body, she couldn’t think of anything other than how amazing she felt.
Her legs trembled, and her hips bucked against his face. Her orgasm was approaching fast, but she needed to resist surrendering. She wanted him inside her first.
“Aiden, please.”
He hummed against her in question, never relenting on his assault on her clit. The vibration made her gasp.
“I want you,” she said with a whine.
His left hand gripped her thigh, and he rose to smile down at her, pulling his thick fingers from inside her. She thought he would give her what she wanted, but she was mistaken. He lowered his face again, watching her with an intensity that made her squirm.
When his slick fingers grazed over her other hole, making a riot of butterflies erupt in her belly, she gasped. A single brow rose in an unspoken question.
She’d never let anyone touch her there, not even herself. Now, here she was submitting to another thing she never thought she would have desired until Aiden Easton came into her world.
At her nod, he swirled around the tight, puckered skin until she relaxed, and he pushed the tip of his ring finger in. The fit felt tight, and a little uncomfortable, but he rocked at a gentle pace until her muscles loosened, allowing him deeper. When she felt his first two fingers slide inside her core above the one in her other hole, the fullness made her choke on a moan.
She tugged on the restraints, keening like a dying animal when he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue in a punishing frenzy as he worked his fingers in sync, taking both of her holes at the same time.
The sensations were too much. Too raw. Too everything.
She would hyperventilate if she didn’t come soon.
Her trembling thighs squeezed his head, and he growled against her, vibrations making her whimper and beg for him. She recognized the noises pouring from her mouth to be possible words, but their meaning eluded her.
