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“I think you tied up and at my mercy might give Mr. O’Roarke a heart attack.” He lifted his cell and aimed it at me, then winked. “This one’s just for me to remember how naughty my little girl can be.”

I licked my lips and realized he hadn’t taken the picture. He was waiting for me. I was naked, spread eagle and tied up. At his mercy. He was clothed, but far from unaffected. I couldn’t miss the way his dick tented the front of his pants. He was as into this as I was.

I nodded, then remembered what he said. “Yes, sir.”

Heat flared in his eyes, and he took a picture. “Fucking gorgeous.”

I whimpered, trying to imagine what I looked like to him.

Tossing the cell onto the bed, he said, “I want to hear,I’m sorry I bailed on you this morning, sir.”

I had to wonder if he was ever going to let me up. This was punishment, definitely. I couldn’t touch myself, and he wasn’t touching me. He’d only licked me once, and I was dying. Aching. Clenching with the need to get off.

“Little girl,” he warned. He took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Tugged gently, then pinched. I arched my back and moaned, which had him letting go.

“You want to come?”

I nodded, my hair sliding over the bed behind me.

“Do you decide how and when you come?” he all but growled. He tweaked my other nipple, this time with a little more pressure. My hands jerked, and it tugged about my neck.

I was literally one bean-flick away from an orgasm. I didn’t know why I trusted this guy who I hardly knew to do these depraved things to me, but I did. And his bossy, controlling manner just readied me to hurtle over the edge into bliss. I arched, pushing my small breasts toward the ceiling silently begging for him to play with them some more. My legs shook with sexual tension. “I-I’m sorry I bailed on you this morning, sir. But I’m not sorry I didn’t tell you who I was last night because it was a really satisfying hookup.”

Colton’s brows slammed down, and he looked pissed. “Hook-up? I am not your hook-up, little girl.” He gave my pussy a light slap, then brought his fingers to his mouth, licked my arousal from them.

I dragged my lower lip through my teeth and mewled at the wicked pain/pleasure. “Wh-what are you, then?”

He glowered for a moment, but it was like he couldn’t figure out what to say. “I’m the guy who’s about to torture your sweet little body, Marina. Your leaving made me out of control. Now it’s your turn to know what it feels like. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl.”

My lashes fluttered as my eyes rolled back in my head.

“I know. Just for fun. Just for now. I thought last night was a one-off, but… okay. I’ll take a little more dick.”

“Dick? How about my mouth first?”

He dropped back down between my tied legs, parted me with his thumbs and trailed the tip of his tongue in a slow line around all my lady bits.

The trembling in my inner thighs increased. Even more heat flooded my lower region. The surface of my skin prickled everywhere, sensitized for his touch. He traced a tiny circle around my clit. I cried out, my thighs thrashing. I wanted to close them around his head, to kick out at the incredible sensations, but he’d tied me too well.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned. “Please.”

He lifted his head, his lips glossy with my juices. He traded his tongue for his thumb, rubbing lightly over my magic button. “Please let you come?”

I nodded vigorously. “Yes.” It came out as more of a gasp than a word.

He switched and plunged his thumb into my pussy as he shook his head. “I don’t think so.” There was a wicked smirk on his face that cut through the haze of lust. He rubbed his palm over my clit as he plunged his thumb in and out, then lowered his head to use his tongue again.

“Wh-what?”

I don’t know why I was talking. His tongue was where I needed it—I shouldn’t interrupt him. He lifted his head and pulled his thumb out. “This is punishment, sweetness.” He slapped my clit lightly with his fingertips, and I jerked. “I think I’ll keep you on edge for hours.”

“Oh!” It was all I could think to say. Dismay and lust simultaneously slammed through me and collided, leaving me stupid and panting.

Colton returned to licking and stroking while I grew more feverish.

“Colton,” I started pleading. “I need… I need.”

“Oh, I know what you need, little girl. You need to be taught a lesson.”