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I flick my bedroom light switch, and the lamps on the nightstands beside my bed come on.

He lowers my feet to the floor.

His hand caresses my cheek, then glides down my neck. A chill runs through me, a contrast to the fire his touch ignites.

“You can back out at any time.” His large hand rests against my neck, feeling my pulse beating against his hand.

“Okay,” I whisper, knowing I won’t.

There’s no way in hell I would. Not with him.

“Just say the word ‘fire,’ and I’ll stop. No hesitation. No questions.”

I nod, already knowing I won’t need it. But I appreciate it anyway.

He spins me around so my ass is against his hard dick, then pulls the top of my leotard down. I’m not wearing a bra. My nipples instantly pebble into hard points. It’s not from the cold. It’s from him.

He rests his chin on my shoulder, fingers and thumbs teasing my breasts until I’m panting and writhing against him. He’s so hard, I’m surprised his cock hasn’t ripped through his pants.

“You like that, don’t you, Chaos?”

“Mmm hmmm.” A content sigh slips free. I don’t even mind the nickname he gave me. It’s endearing.

His hand slides lower, and before I know it, my cat costume pools at my feet on the floor.

I stand there in a lacy black thong, naked and vulnerable in front of a stranger.

But I don’t feel embarrassed.

Not the way I should.

He inhales sharply. “Goddamn. You’re gorgeous.”

Quite a compliment for a man of few words.

“Get on your knees on the bed.”

Normally, I don’t take orders from a man. But I’ll make an exception for this one.

Apparently, I'd follow this man straight into hell if he kept using that voice.

“Hands behind your back.”

I do as he commands, a moan escaping my throat as his hands glide over my breasts. I shudder, aching for more. I arch my back, pushing them further into his hands.

He chuckles. “Greedy little thing.”

He rolls my nipples, driving me crazy. My pussy is desperate for friction. Attention.

“You want more, don’t you?”

I nod eagerly. “Yes.”

“Too bad.” He swats my nipple, and I moan. “Not yet.”

Then his hands are on the button of his pants. I lick my lips as he undoes them, then shoves his boxer briefs down his legs, the anaconda between them standing at attention.

“Hot damn,” I murmur, licking my lips. “You’re massive.”