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She’ll come harder if she has to wait a little.
“Testing you.”
Her eyes fly open, flashing at me, before she schools her features. “Is this some sort of torture?”
I shrug one casual shoulder. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.
“Stay right there. Exactly as you are. Don’t move.”
She releases a little groan, but nods.
I stand up and walk to the closet. My erection’s so hard it’s painful. We’ll get there. If she can wait, I can wait.
The mirrored closet door glides open. I smile when I see two plush white robes hanging on the inside, just as I expected.
I only need one.
I slide the heavy robe off the velvet hanger and fold it over my arm. She watches me from the armchair but obediently stays put, her beautiful gaze tracking my every move.
I drape the robe over the arm of the couch and tug the tie loose from the loops. Still, she watches me.
“Good girl,” I say approvingly. “Daddy’s proud of you.”
I ease the soft velvety tie around her wrists and tie them together over her head. Her full breasts swing free, her nipples erect. I can’t help but kneel beside her and take one fully between my teeth.
Her mouth drops open and her back arches. Her fingers splay out, but her wrists are tied. I’d bet she’s dying for relief, imagining her own fingers working between her legs to bring herself to climax.
“Atta girl,” I say, as I release one nipple only to make my way toward the second. “You taste like heaven.”
I kneel in front of her. “Keep those hands above your head,” I order.
Her eyes dance, but her gaze turns dark. “Or what?”
“Or Daddy will have to punish you.”
“Mmm? Another spanking?”
I shake my head. “A much harder one if you haven’t learned your lesson.” My voice is husky; the thought of really letting her have it ignites the sadist in me. What I wouldn’t give to really have her at my mercy. Tied up and whipped with her wrists tied, her naked body christened with anything and everything I want to do to her. She’d cry herself hoarse when she came.
The little moan she tries to stifle gives her away. This woman would take… damn near anything from me. God, what I could do with a woman who craves the dance between pain and pleasure.
I have one night with her.
I’ll make it worth it.
Back between her legs, I close my eyes as I taste her again, my lips and stubble catching the sweet, subtle taste and scent of her. I groan as I lick her clit. My dick throbs when I pump my fingers in her pussy. And when she finally comes, the sound of her screams as she arches her back and moans in ecstasy’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
One night. Just one night. I’ll fuck her long and hard and in every way possible. Who needs sleep? I rubbed the goddamn genie bottle and had my wish granted.
I’ll enjoy every second until she vanishes… or I do. Whichever happens first.
CHAPTER FIVE
Emma
I wake before dawn from the best sex-induced coma of my life.
He made me climax… repeatedly… in every way possible. Every way that I know of, anyway. And hell is he a kinky bastard.
Yum.
I came on his mouth, in the shower, against the wall, tied up and blindfolded, in the middle of a foamy, sudsy bath that felt like floating on clouds, and on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed, which felt like the most vanilla session of all until he reached for his belt and let that fly. It was delicious. I was already so aroused and into it I barely felt it, but when I came…
Sigh.
My body’s aching and sore in all the best possible ways. My sex and my ass, my thighs, even my breasts throb from his ministrations and mouth, the way he played me like a fiddle.
It. Was. Divine.
But it’s over now. Duty calls. I played hooky, and now my time of anonymity and wild adventure’s drawing to a close.
I close my eyes and enjoy this one moment of quiet and contentment. His heavy breathing beside me. He’s on his belly, his muscled back on full display. I want to trace my fingers over the muscles and planes of the raw masculinity right at my fingertips. His hands are tucked under the bunched-up pillow, his biceps bulging and so sexy, my heart flutters at the casual display of raw, powerful masculinity beside me. I could get used to waking up beside a man like him.
I am definitely crushing on him, and that’s definitely not good.
He’s bare from the waist up. Did I ever enjoy undressing him.
Sigh.
I don’t know his name. I don’t know where he comes from, what he does, or who he is, but something happened last night that I won’t ever forget. I’ve never had raw, unadulterated, no-holds-barred sex like that in my life, and a girl doesn’t just walk away from that. The man’s a fucking maestro at what he does.
