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He pulls back, and as I try to reach for him, the clinking sound reminds that I am under his control. In and out, I keep up my torture. The more he groans, the faster I go. I hear his voice telling me to stop, but his body language tells me to keep going.

I’m so attuned to Dax’s body that I feel the faint tremble that runs through him. I know he’s close to coming, yet I don’t want to stop. He tastes too good, and I want more. With him, I always want more.

“Jess, you gotta stop.”

I hear him, but I’m delirious and crazed with lust. It’s like something has taken over inside of me, and I can’t stop. So I keep going. I take him as deep as I can before backing off some.

Before I can move in again and take him deeper, he grabs my head and pulls me back and off him. He’s panting in uneven breaths, and his hand is fisted into an iron grip in my hair. I can’t see him, but I can sense him trying to regain control.

“Why’d you leave?” I ask, pouting. I’m trying to pretend I’m in complete control, but my heart is galloping wildly, and the area between my legs is wet and aching.

I feel him scooting back, his hands on my legs, and then suddenly, I’m no longer in a sitting position against the headboard. I’m lying flat on my back, and he’s on top of me. His leg nudges mine apart roughly. His cock moves between my thighs, the head nudging my entrance.

“Is this what you want?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. In one swift movement, he’s embedded deep inside me. He withdraws and does it again.

“Yes, this is what I want,” I respond.

“Too bad.” He slides out of me with excruciating slowness. “You don’t seem to like playing by my rules.”

I whimper my disappointment out loud. My entire body is tense with sexual frustration and the need to have him deep inside me. I’m on the verge of begging him to take me, but I know it’ll only make him torture me even more.

His arm snakes around my back, and I feel myself being lifted. Then he puts a pillow underneath my hips. It doesn’t take me long to figure out what he’s planning. He pushes my thighs apart, and the warmth of his tongue plunges deep inside me.

He circles my clit, around and around, in an agonizing motion that has me wet and silently pleading for more. The tantalizing slowness as he sucks and swirls has me practically sobbing in desperation.

My hands are pulling at the cuffs. Despite the soft material surrounding the metal, I know I’ll have bruises of my own making from the constant pulling.

None of that matters. I swallow a cry as I fight to regain control. It’s a losing battle.

The exquisite torture of his tongue is more than I can bear. And just when I can’t take it anymore, he removes his mouth.

He moves over my body, covering me head to toe with his own body. I feel the lightest of caresses on my cheek before the blindfold is torn from my eyes. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim lights of the room.

I see Dax’s shape looming over me.

“That’s right. I want to see you as I fuck you,” he says.

“Good. I want to see you, too.”

He licks my nipple and then takes it into his mouth. He pinches the nipple between his lips and then releases. He levels a dark, intense look at me. “This is your fault, you know. I wanted to pleasure you for much longer, but you had to take my cock in that beautiful mouth of yours, and now I can’t wait any longer to have you.”

He growls his accusation as he begins to slowly move into me. I feel every torturous inch as he takes his sweet time. He’s only halfway in when he withdraws.

My clit is throbbing, and he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“Do you want me to say I’m sorry?” I ask sweetly while grinding my teeth together.

“It would be a good start,” he says as he slides into me again.

This time, he moves all the way in and all the way back out again. Then, again. So slow, so intentional. With every stroke, the agony inside me builds. He continues his rhythmic motion, a slow series of movements that have me wanting to beg for more.

“Well, I’m not going to say it,” I tell him. “I’m not sorry at all. I enjoyed having you in my mouth, so I’m not going to apologize for it.”

He pushes into me so hard it takes my breath away. My hands reach for the headboard, and I try to grab ahold of whatever I can. He withdraws and then pushes into me again, harder this time.

The headboard rocks against the wall as he slams into me again and again. His fingers dig into my hip as he thrusts into me.

My hips are still elevated, so when I wrap a leg around his waist, he goes even deeper. He’s so deep I think I’m going to pass out from the pleasure of the movement. My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip as I struggle to stay sane in a moment of pure insanity.