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Evidently, lesson number one was to be taken very seriously.

I must have positioned myself a little too high because he yanked me roughly by the ankles, shifting me closer to the foot of the bed. He moved his way up my body, straddling me with his still jean-clad legs, and pulled my arms up over my head. Before I could realize what he was even doing, he had my arms bound tightly to the rails of the mirrored headboard.

I tried to give them a slight pull just to see how much wiggle room I had. I could barely move an inch without pulling my entire body up.

“Be still. Don’t struggle, or else I’ll have to spank you.”

Um, yes, please!

I stopped moving immediately, waiting in eagerness for what he would do next. He was still hovering above me, just watching me, his weight pressing on my midsection. His gaze moved hungrily up and down my body.

“I want to taste your sweet pussy,” he told me, causing me to tingle with delight.

He moved down my body and positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my one leg, then the other, and rested them over his shoulders. His hands slid slowly over my legs, spreading my thighs wider before coming to rest just inches away from my throbbing clit. He parted my folds with two fingers, effectively exposing my desire. I was drenched, and I arched my back up in longing.

“I told you to be still,” he scolded, pushing my hips back down to the bed.

My teeth clenched as his tongue swept up my entrance and over my clit. He began lightly, teasing me almost, as he nipped and sucked along my tender flesh. My hands balled into fists, every muscle in my body shuddering. I knew I was supposed to be still, but I couldn’t stop the slight pumping of my hips under his ruthless mouth.

His hands moved up, pinching my nipples while his tongue circled with unmerciful amount of pressure around my clitoris. My hands strained at the ropes as the tension continued to build in my stomach. He began to suck harder. His fingers pinched and pulled on my erect nipples. I writhed under his merciless tongue, and all hope of keeping control was lost. I bucked under him, my hips lifting upward as my legs stiffened. In a blinding light, he pushed me over the edge again, leaving me shattered and breathless.

I lay there panting as he worked his way back up, leaving a trail of kisses along my belly and my breasts.

“I was too easy on you,” he murmured into my ear. “But I’m not done with you yet, Miss Cole. I shouldn’t have let you come again so soon.”

“Hmm…” I murmured, still in a state of euphoria.

He called me Miss Cole.

I had no idea why that was such a turn-on. After having two mind-blowing orgasms, I should have felt spent. Yet, those two little words made me yearn for more.

“Turn on your stomach,” he ordered.

My arms and legs were like dead weights. I couldn’t even imagine moving at that moment. He must have known how I felt because rather than wait for me, he helped me turn. The way he had me tied, flipping me was effortless despite my Jell-O-like state.

I heard him moving around in the bedroom. The sound of clothing being removed and drawers opening then closing was faint in my ears. I wasn’t sure what he was doing exactly, but I didn’t particularly care at that moment. I was too busy basking in the aftermath of sheer ecstasy. I had no idea sex could be this good, and we hadn’t even gotten to the actual act itself yet.

The tear of packaging had my ears perking up, effectively removing me from cloud nine.

Condoms. I’m glad one of us remembered.

I had been so caught up in the moment that I hadn’t even given protection a passing thought. I reminded myself not to be so careless the next time.

When Alexander finally climbed back onto the bed, his naked weight pressed down on my backside, and his erection rested heavily between my thighs. With renewed awareness, I yearned to be filled by him.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper in my ear.

“Oh, yes,” I breathed.

One of his hands moved back between my legs, sliding down my crack, past my puckered rear hole, before one finger slipped back inside my tender folds. Pushing my legs apart with his knees, he positioned himself just outside of my entrance.

“I’m going to take you now. Hard.”

And with just that quick warning, he slammed into me. Deep and fast. There was nothing gentle about the way he pumped inside of me. This was a fuck. No doubt about it. I had never been taken this way—so brutally hard, yet it was as if I had waited for this moment my entire life.

Within moments, the buildup began again. His relentless rhythm hit the pleasure point within my walls repeatedly, pushing me closer to that glorious electrifying brink for the third time.

But right before I could go over the edge, he stilled.