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Tears glossed her sunshine stare.
“If you cry, we’re going to have a serious fucking problem.” Pressing my hips into hers, I ordered as quietly as I could, “I don’t have all night. Come, Ily. You were prepared to come on my hand, so I don’t see what the problem is to come against my cock.”
Her eyes flashed. “You’re still half-dressed.”
“I am.”
“Are you…planning on staying that way?”
“Yep.” I hoped to God she didn’t hear the strain of that decision.
“So…this is purely for me?”
“You’re frustrated, and it’s messing with your head. That’s why you’re acting strange. The sooner I’ve made you come, the sooner you’ll—”
“When you’re done being an arrogant ass—” She sniffed and squirmed in my finger lock. “I’ll have you know I’m not acting strange and I am not frustrated.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” It seemed all our conversations had to be done in whispers, and it really didn’t help that this intimate topic was made far worse by how close we were and how ardently we murmured. “I heard you in your sleep, Ily. You can’t deny you need this.”
“What?” Her cheeks blushed. The warrior spirit that I’d forbidden her to use appeared. “I don’t know what you think you heard, but don’t dare assume I was dreaming about you.”
“Never.” I smirked, shocked to my core that I liked talking to her almost as much as I liked fucking her. I slipped into my mother tongue, grateful she spoke it too. “Je suis pleinement conscient que tu me détestes.” (I’m fully aware you hate me.)
She scowled. “Good. I mean…I wouldn’t want you to think I enjoyed what you did to me. That would just be—”
“Wrong?” I couldn’t look away from her mouth. “Like it was wrong you got wet from what we did in the library? You felt something when I spanked you—”
“No. I—” She went ever so still beneath me. “If you must know, I was, um, heated…from talking. The hope I felt when you told me you’re a—”
I clamped a hand over her mouth. I didn’t say a word, but my eyes shot a warning.
Don’t.
For a heartbeat, she looked as if she’d bite my palm and try to wriggle out of my imprisonment, but then common sense prevailed, and she nodded.
I should remove my hand.
I tried to remove my hand.
But just like my left fingers stayed locked around her wrists, my right palm seemed quite happy pressed against her mouth.
The same mouth I couldn’t kiss. Couldn’t taste.
This is better.
Not only had I enforced her silence, but I’d also stopped any chance of slipping and kissing her. Plus, the cameras would record a Master smothering his slave, playing mind games and mental torture all while his hips never stopped pulsing.
Victor wouldn’t see anything less than my odd little fetish of hissing into her ear, slowly driving her mad as I kept her trapped. The temptation to act out a scene for the cameras shot down my back. The urge to lie to myself and say fucking her right now would help my cause only made me harder.
All it would take was a quick unzip and mount.
I’d be inside her.
Where she was dark and wet and—
You have a job to do.
And it isn’t her.
