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“I’ll try not to.” She uttered the words without an iota of believability.
“If you come again without permission, tonight is finished.”
She groaned. “You’re going to go out of your way to make me orgasm, but if I do it I’m in trouble? BDSM is so weird.”
“You’re obedience impaired.”
“I am?”
He stripped off his shirt then unbuckled his belt and pulled it from the loops. He wound the buckle end around his hand and pushed her legs back, then gave her two good snaps with his belt on each ass cheek. The clear red outlines rose on each side even though he hadn’t swung that hard.
“Ow! Oh God, that hurts!”
“I haven’t punished you much yet, Juliet, but keep it up with the complaints and I’ll forget about the fact that you’re new.”
He ran his hands over her hot, abused skin, stifling a groan of pleasure. Juliet was already moaning and wriggling, so he pinched her nipples firmly, then harder, increasing the pressure until her eyes glazed and her mouth opened on a series of plaintive panting breaths. He released her nipples and sank between her legs, needing to taste that scent of her arousal. Carefully, he dabbed his tongue along her slit, tasting her tangy tartness, flicking over the swollen little nub of her clit, then down again. She sucked in her breath when he got to her perineum, and squealed when he brushed a fingertip over her asshole.
“No, don’t do that!” she gasped.
He stopped. “Is your ass a hard limit? You forgot to mention that.”
“It’s not a hard limit. I just haven’t . . . And I’m going to . . .” She gave a full-body shudder.
“No one has even touched you here?” He slid his finger up and down the cleft of her ass, and she squirmed in discomfort, but moaned as he bumped his fingertip over the pucker.
“Oh!” She shook her head violently.
He pushed two fingers into her pussy, pumping them slowly while she made desperate sounds for him. Just as slowly, he withdrew his fingers and smeared her wetness over her asshole then coaxed the tip of his pinkie into her. She was hyperventilating already, and he had to grip his balls hard for a moment before he could be sure he wasn’t going to embarrass himself. It was far too easy to work this poor girl over. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue again, barely touching, back and forth and back again while he slowly broached her ass with his finger. Juliet’s body went taut and her back bowed.
“Will!” she yelled, voice desperate and hoarse. “Please! Please, please, please . . .”
“Don’t come. I’ve barely done anything to you.” He stopped everything, pulled away, and stood.
She squirmed and arched harder, thrusting her breasts out at him. “Please let me come—please fuck me.”
Now, how could he turn down such an appealing request?
Chapter Four
Juliet had never been so turned on in her life. Bound and helpless, she watched him, trying to figure out what he was thinking, although the bulge in his jeans was giving her a clue.
Being at the mercy of a hot guy she shouldn’t even be with had turned her brain into a puddle. All of this BDSM stuff had seemed too weird when she’d researched it online, but now she understood the allure. Mental whispers of things she’d spent her adult life trying not to fantasize about had come back in a rush, and all of those ideas now starred Mr. Evil, here.
Even if he stopped now and kicked her out, she might be stuck fantasizing about him forever.
“You’re making it really hard for me to focus on torturing you,” he accused. “If I give in and do what you want, then who’s really in charge?”
“You’re still in charge if it’s what you actually want to do.”
“And if I don’t want to?”
She whined pitifully and eyed his erection. “Please, Will? I’ll be a good girl for you.”
“From uptight priss to sex kitten with so little bondage tape,” he said tightly. “You’re killing me. I never fuck on the first date.”
Was he serious? Like she’d ever had sex on a first date? Her first dates were usually dinner and/or a movie.
“I never let guys tie me up on the first date.”
