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My hands had come down. I hadn't even noticed. I put them back over my head, and she held them there with her free hand, pinning my wrists to the door again, and fucked me slowly with the other. Deep, slow and deliberate and skilled, her fingers curling to find the spot that made my vision tunnel, and then staying there, stroking it, while her thumb circled my clit with almost no pressure at all.

It was not enough. It was intentionally, cruelly, not enough.

"Faster," I gasped.

"No."

"Please?"

"Better. Still no." She kissed my neck and then bit down, hard, right where my neck met my shoulder. Her teeth set in and held. I felt it all the way to my toes. When she let go, she pressed her tongue to the spot, and I knew there would be a mark there tomorrow. Probably her actual dental records, branded right on me.

Oh, fuck. I was not going to survive this.

"You're marking me," I said, dazed.

"Yeah."

"People will see."

She bit lower. Collarbone. Then the side of my throat, sucking hard enough that I knew, I absolutely knew, I'd be explaining this to Mia.

"Let them," she whispered.

The irony of that should have registered. It didn't. My brain had room for one input, and that input was her fingers moving inside me and the pressure building low in my stomach, tighter and tighter, until I was shaking against the door.

"Cam," I panted. "Cam, I'm going to..."

"No, you're not."

She slowed. Not stopped. Slowed, so that I hung right there, suspended, my thighs trembling.

"Oh my god," I said. "Oh my god, you are actually evil."

"Ask."

"What?"

"You want to come, you ask me."

"I don't ask. I don't beg. That's not who I... I am not that girl. I have never asked for a single favor in my life."

She curled her fingers. Pressed, and held. Sparks flew.

"Please," I blurted out instantly. "Please, can I come? Please, Cam."

Her eyes flared, dark and pleased and hungry. Heat. Ownership. Whatever it was, it looked very good on her.

"Not yet."

I made a noise like an angry, mean, absolutely pissed off dying teakettle. She held me on the edge, her mouth at my ear, counting my breaths for me. "In. Good. Out. Again. You can hold it. I know you can."

"I really cannot..."

"You can. Ten more seconds. Count them for me."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Nine more seconds. Count."