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“I’m close,” I warned.
Some part of me was already starting to retreat. This was a kind of vulnerability I hadn’t expected. I couldn’t fully see her bringing herself pleasure, and I was trussed up, on display. At her mercy. My hands weren’t bound, and I definitely had full range of motion, but being so close to release when she hadn’t had one—and when she could watch me so carefully, like a scientist with a lab rat—made me want to rip off the tie and plunge into the slick heat between her legs. This wasn’t what I’d had in mind. I didn’t do this kind of thing for anyone. I was in control at all times.
Except I wasn’t. Not with her. And now she’d proven it.
Then she flexed the foot still propped on the edge of the tub and lifted up again, sloshing through the bubbles until I saw her fingers disappearing into the recesses of her body. Her lashes fluttered and her lips parted, offering me a look at her pink tongue caught between her teeth. I recognized the expressions she made when she was close to climaxing, and she was almost there. A deep pink hue darkened her cleavage and the apples of her cheeks, and her hand was working hard. I wanted to lap up the wetness she’d made. To taste it.
But if I couldn’t, she could.
“Put your finger in your mouth,” I grated, my voice a rumble that competed with the jets. Her eyes popped open, sleepy and bright with impending orgasm, and she withdrew her fingers, trailing them up her torso to her mouth. Playing the moment to the hilt, she slipped two inside and sucked. And the shaky hold I’d had on my own release shattered.
My hand pumped, so fast that groans tumbled from my throat. One after the other, tangling together. I sounded like a wounded animal as I jacked myself to completion. Even the constriction of the tie was no match. With my other hand, I tugged the knot free just as the dam burst. Hot ropes of liquid shot over my flexing fingers. I couldn’t contain it all and didn’t even try. I just grabbed hold of the edge of the counter and tried to hold on while my body erupted.
As soon as I finished, I reached for Grace, hauling her out of the tub. “Mine,” I growled, shoving her hand away from her pussy. “I make you come. No one else. Not even you.”
She started to argue, and I clamped my mouth down on hers to cut her off. I hoisted her legs around my waist and turned us toward the bedroom, not caring one bit that she was dripping all over the floor. That kind of thing only mattered when I didn’t have a warm, willing woman in my arms, writhing against me as our mouths fought for dominance. The damp ends of her hair tickled my shoulders and her mouth was a fever on mine. Her nails scraped at the tops of my arms, scoring through my shirt, and the hot press of her breasts was mind-erasing, I’d never known such want.
Grace. All Grace.
I strode across the large master suite and dumped her on the precisely made bed. The sheets rucked up around her hips as she scrambled for purchase. I grabbed a pillow and lightly pinched her hip. “On your stomach.”
That same wariness I’d seen earlier entered her gaze, and she scooted backward, her legs falling open. “Blake—”
“I took your orders. Now you’ll take mine.” My voice was a harsh rasp. “That was the deal.”
“Only a fool would make deals with you,” she muttered, rolling over.
I slipped the pillow under her belly, which pushed her gorgeous ass upward. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t take the time to admire the sight. I had tasks to accomplish. “Don’t move.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
This time I didn’t smile at her insouciance. I was too on the edge once again. And payback was going to be a bitch.
I went into the bathroom to retrieve my discarded tie and came back in to find Grace wiggling as she tried to get comfortable with the pillow beneath her. I didn’t want her comfortable. I wanted her coming so hard that nothing registered in her thoughts but me, just me, the man who owned her pleasure.
Saying nothing, I strode to the headboard and looped the tie around one of the spindles. Then I tugged on her hands, ignoring her gasp as I loosely wrapped the tie around her wrists and pulled, stretching her closer to the head of the bed, lengthening her sexy body before me, putting her on display as I had been.
“This wasn’t part of the bargain.”
“Call me sir again.” It wasn’t a request, and she didn’t treat it as such.
Her lashes swept down then lifted, her blue-green eyes as clear as the harbor on a summer day. “Sir.”
“Are you uncomfortable in any way?”
“Yes.” She wetted her lips and rolled her hips. “I need...”
“Tell me.”
“I need to come.”
Relief surged through me at her admission. She didn’t want free from her bonds, at least not enough to ask for it.
I didn’t waste any more time. I moved behind her and pried apart her legs, pressing my face to the swollen, fragrant cleft between them. She smelled of the ocean and soap and want, the scent so heady I didn’t do anything but inhale. And when I exhaled, I made sure to bend close enough that my breath wafted over her damp flesh. She shifted her hips restlessly and twisted her wrists, already chafing at her restricted movement.
Then I took a long, slow lick, and she went utterly still.
Her taste exploded in my mouth. Tangy and sweet, and somehow secret. I immedia
