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“Me too, baby, me too.” He leans forward, his lips covering mine as he walks me backward toward the bedroom. In a second our energy has changed, going from an animalistic need to feel each other to something so much deeper. “God, the way you taste, the way your body feels in my hands.” He drags his hands over my body, his tongue in my mouth as he reaches around to unzip my dress. “Had I known, I’d have killed him years earlier.”
His words should frighten me, scare me… but they don’t. Maybe I’m just as dark as Mads Bishop. Maybe loving Dane destroyed what good was in me, but I don’t care. I’m done denying myself. I’m done pretending I don’t want this man. A man who would shed blood for my safety, a man who is willing to destroy his life to keep mine safe.
“I love you.” I say the words again, unable to keep them inside of me.
“I love you more—till the day I die,” he whispers in my ear as my dress falls to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my heels, a silk G-string, and my diamond necklace. He steps back, running the back of his hand over my naked breast and making my nipples harden. “I just want to admire you,” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed and looks up at me. “Your beauty is unparalleled, Emery. Un-fucking-paralleled.”
His voice is strained, almost like it pains him to look at me. I’m not self-conscious but suddenly I feel vulnerable, standing here completely naked as he drags his fingers over my body.
“Don’t,” he whispers, his eyes pleading as my hands instinctively start to cover my body nervously. He leans forward, reaching his hands out to grab me and pull me forward until his forehead is resting against my belly. I lift my hands, bringing them to run through his hair as he wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly. “I never thought I would get to hold you like this,” he murmurs.
We stand like this for several minutes, my hands in his hair as he slowly begins to kiss my body. His lips are warm, his breath leaving a trail of goosebumps as he peppers my skin with kisses. He reaches down, sliding my heels off my feet and spinning me around to sit on the bed.
“I’m going to take my time with you,” he says as he stands and reaches to undo his bow tie. Next are his cuff links before he unbuttons his shirt and slides it down his arms. I love the smattering of black hair that runs from his chest down the center of his stomach and disappears beneath his belt.
“It’s okay, I like the view.” I smile, letting my eyes linger as I lean back on my hands.
“Yeah? Wasn’t sure if I did it for you or not.” He smirks, knowing full well the way that women look at him. He reaches for his belt, but I stop him, my hand resting on his hand as I shake my head.
“Let me.”
He steps closer, his eyes darkening as I pull the leather end through the buckle. Next, I lower his zipper. I slide my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pants, pulling them down until his cock springs free. The tip is at my lips, a bead of precum lingering, and I dart my tongue out, swiping it across the tip.
“Fuck, yesssss,” he hisses, his hands clenching into fists as I repeat the movement. He stares down at me, his hands coming to tangle in my hair as I wrap my lips around him and take him a little deeper this time. “Mmm, you look so good with my cock in your mouth—nothing like the good girl everyone thinks you are.”
I stare up at him as I begin to move my mouth down his shaft, then slowly back up. He tugs me deeper onto him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
“I like that sound; let’s do it again,” he mutters, pulling me down harder this time, his cock going even deeper. My hands settle on his hips as I try to adjust my jaw, breathing through my nose. Tears start to prick my eyes. “You like when I fuck your mouth like this?” His expression is dark, his hips thrusting harder and faster as I try to accommodate him. “You do like it. You’re my little slut, aren’t you? My little toy.”
I can feel his balls tighten as I reach a hand up to cup them. His words are strained as he grunts, sweat beading across his forehead as he looks down at me with wild eyes. I want him to lose control with me tonight; I want to push him.
“You deserve my cock down your throat like this, baby girl.” I look up at him, completely at his mercy as he stretches my mouth to its limits with his girth. “After teasing me all these years, denying me. You deserve this, you deserve it harder. You deserve everything I’m going to give you.” His gaze lifts to the ceiling as the veins on his neck protrude through his skin. Before he can finish, I unwrap my lips from my teeth, allowing them to graze him for just a second.
“What the fuck!” He yanks my hair, pulling me off him. His cock falls from my mouth with a popping sound as my scalp stings. “Did you just—?” His chest heaves and he looks confused, but I offer up a sly grin.
“Maybe.”
I watch it register on his face, and then his free hand is around my throat in a flash. His eyes grow even darker as he leans forward, his face an inch from mine.
“Don’t you ever fucking use your teeth like that on me again,” he snarls.
“Or what?”
His eyes search mine, darting back and forth before he realizes. “Oh, you want me to punish you, don’t you? You want me to take it out on you, don’t you, kitten?” I nod my head slowly as an insidious grin spreads across his face. “In that case…” He releases me, reaching down to pull up his pants before walking into his closet. He reappears a minute later with a long piece of rope.
“What’s that for?”
“That’s for you to find out,” he says as he slowly unrolls it. He grabs my ankle, pulling me down to the edge of the bed and tying one leg to one foot of the bed. He repeats the process with the other leg so I’m completely spread-eagle.
“I-I’m”—I fall back onto my hands—“on my period,” I say, looking down between my thighs toward the small string of my tampon.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he says, running the last part of the rope behind me. He grabs my wrists, tying them behind me so that I’m completely immobile. He stands up, looking down at me on the bed where I’m sitting upright, legs spread, hands tied behind my back. His pants are still undone, the belt jangling with his movements as he steps back and admires me. My eyes drift to where I can see the base of his cock between the deep V of his abdomen. His gaze follows mine and he grabs his cock through his pants.
“You’ve lost those privileges, sweetheart.”
He reaches forward, hooking his arms beneath my knees and tugging me forward while he crouches down at the end of the bed. He reaches down between my thighs, tugging the string of my tampon until he pulls it out of me. I feel embarrassment flush over my entire body as he walks to the bathroom to throw it away. He returns with a warm washcloth, running it between my thighs before tossing it on the floor and replacing it with his tongue.
His lips and tongue are on me, in me, exploring me. My body is already on edge, and feeling his tongue swirl around my clit over and over again is going to push me over any second.
