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She tried to lift her hips to take more of him, but he pinned her down with his weight.
“Tell me,” he said, trailing his tongue over the lobe of her ear.
“I missed you, Lann. Please.”
He moved leisurely, driving her crazy. She couldn’t care that her moans were loud. He released her suddenly, his body lifted, and then he was gone. She turned in confusion to see him standing next to the bed, dressed only in his shirt. He took a pair of handcuffs from the nightstand drawer.
“Give me your wrists, Katherine.”
She gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you your fantasy. This is what you want, isn’t it?”
When she silently offered her arms, he took her hands, lifted them above her head and handcuffed her to the bed. Then he left the room.
She’d never been so turned on in her life. Waiting for Lann to return was eating at her nerves though. Before her emotions ran completely out of control, Lann reentered with a travel bag. He sat down on the side of the bed, and removed two vibrators. She stared at him with huge eyes, her heart racing. Swiftly, he pulled her thong down and over her feet. He held it up, admiring the diamante detail, and threw it aside.
“Open your legs,” he said.
Instinctively, her knees locked together. He chuckled. He got up again, disappeared into his walk-in closet, and returned with two scarves. He grabbed hold of her ankles and tied each one to the foot-end of the bed. When he was done, she was spread-eagled, open and vulnerable.
He stood back to look at her. “Prekrasnaya.”
She’d heard that word before, but then it was said with tenderness. Now it sounded like a growl.
He removed a tube from the bag and lubricated the thickest and longest of the two vibrators. He pushed it into her very slowly, inch by inch. It stretched her, but not as much as Lann’s cock, and she took it easily. When it was fully lodged inside, he switched it onto a low setting. The toy hummed inside of her, creating a pleasant heat that had more of her slickness flowing and her muscles clenching in need.
He kneeled between her legs to watch her, his eyes shining more golden. The pressure was building too slowly inside, not enough. The pleasure stretched and tightened, but the slow vibration only kept her hanging on the edge of a promise.
“Oh God, please, Lann.”
He picked up the second vibrator, a smaller model, and held it to her lips. “Lick it.”
She wanted to please him, anything just to stop the unhurried torture. She flicked out her tongue. As she licked around the crest, his expression changed. His muscles flexed.
“Good girl.”
He switched it on. It started vibrating gently. He regarded her as he pressed it lightly to her clit.
She moaned. She tried to get closer, to push her body up, but he removed it, leaving her shaking with need.
A few times, he increased the speed on the toy inside her body, bringing her close, only to cut it back down again, always keeping her hanging, alternating the torture with the feather-light pressure on her clit, until she thought she was going to lose her sanity.
She couldn’t tell how long his game carried on, but it felt like forever. Perspiration made her skin slick. Tears of frustration pricked at the back of her eyes. She couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Please,” she said, “just let me come.”
“Tell me how much you missed me,” he said, bringing the toy close, but not close enough for her to press against it.
“I missed you, Lann,” she said. Her breath caught on a hitch as he upped the speed of the vibrator inside her.
“Enough to let other men touch you while I was gone?”
“I just needed a break,” she said, feeling her control slipping. “Please. I was just going dancing and coming home.”
“I’m not convinced.” He pulled away.
“I fucking missed you like crazy, you bastard! How dare you go away for a whole week when we only have another two left?”
Her shoulders shook. She was sobbing, crying, she didn’t know which, but she had never felt so helpless, out of control, and frustrated in all her life.
He was on top of her in a flash. He pressed the toy hard against her aching nub, put it on maximum speed, and gave her what she wanted. She convulsed, coming hard, the pleasure slamming into her like a sledgehammer.
“Stop,” she begged, but he continued to press the torturous instrument against her exploding clit.
Her back arched off the bed, and when the peak of her release ebbed out, she collapsed, unable to stand the intensity of the prolonged orgasm. It carried on and on, rippling out from the center of her pelvis until her toes curled and she thought she would explode. Her moans continued to echo in his room until he released her and cast the object of torture aside. She was still riding the waves of her orgasm when he removed the vibrator from inside and replaced it with his hard, pulsing cock.
