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“I love you too,” I whispered and then grinned. “Shall we try on our new jewelry?”

He grinned back. “I may need your help putting mine on.”

“I know just the thing.” I got up and undressed slowly, turning away from him to push my jeans down.

Tristan sucked in a breath when I shook my butt and pushed down my panties. I put on the jewelry, feeling like a harem girl with the cool chains against my skin and the butterfly holding its pearl against my bud. I undulated my hips for him and massaged my breasts.

“That did the trick.” Tristan stood up and undressed, getting naked much faster than I had.

I spun, my long hair swinging out, and pressed myself against him. When Tristan reached for me, I knelt and rubbed my face against his erection. The clean masculine scent of him hit me, and I breathed it in as I licked his length.

“Destiny,” he murmured.

“Pass me the ring.” I held out a hand.

Tristan took the silicone ring from the bed and handed it to me, his gaze burning hot. I held it in my hand to warm it as I took him into my mouth. My free hand went to his base, holding him steady as I worked him. When I had him firmly held in my mouth, I splayed my fingers in his curls and moved my hand down to cup his balls.

“Oh, fuck!”

Drawing off him, I lifted the ring. I had to release his balls to hold him steady and slide the ring over his tip. Tristan watched, lips parted, as I pushed the ring to his base. I gave his balls one last squeeze before standing up.

“Oh, Sultan, what are you going to do to me? The other girls in your harem have warned me of your wild desire.”

Tristan's grin couldn't get wider. He put his fists on his hips, cock jutting. “I will use your body well this night, concubine.” He moved the toys into a pile on one side of the bed and climbed onto the mattress to sprawl against the pillows. “Alexa, play bellydancing music.”

“Playing bellydancing music,” Alexa said. The sounds of dumbek drums and stringed instruments came through the pod.

“Dance!” He clapped.

First, I dimmed the lights. With the scene set, I sashayed to a spot before the bed. Tristan went still, his grin going slack as his gaze met mine. I spun and shimmied my hips, my hands sliding over my body to outline my waist and cup my breasts. When I pinched my nipples, he jerked.

“Enough, come here. I wish to inspect my new concubine.”

As I went to the bed, my mind slid into the role, leaving myself and all my anxiety about the future behind. As his concubine, I could let him take control. I wouldn't even have to think about how to make love to him. And the thought of him letting go and being open about what he wanted made me shiver.

“Across the my lap.” He motioned before him. “Face up.”

The pearl tapped my bud as I climbed onto the bed and laid across his legs. His cock pressed into my back as I stretched out and looked up at him. His gaze was on my breasts, and his hands followed, stroking, cupping, and weighing them.

Tristan paused. “Before we go further, what can't I do? Because, baby, I want to do a lot.”

I licked my lips. “No actual harm.”

“Of course not!”

“You asked.”

He nodded. “You're right. Go on.”

“Nothing involving pee or . . . the other.”

“The other?” He frowned but then his eyes widened. “Definitely not.”

I chuckled. “No leaving me in an awkward position that will eventually cause me pain.”

“Okay, anything else?”

“Just keep it clean. You know I want you to wrap it if you go in the back.”