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“Stand up. Take off your clothes and show me what’s mine.”
“I’m not yours.”
“You are right now.”
The shadow man had a point. I was so far gone I’d do just about anything he asked me to right now. Including strip down to the sexy silver and black lingerie Noah had selected for me. I tried to make a show of it, slowing my movements as I dragged the straps of my dress down my arms and then shimmied out of the rest of it, letting the material pool forgotten at my feet.
“Perfect. My God, you must’ve been sent by Lucifer himself to tempt me.”
“Nope. Unless my grandfather isn’t telling me something.”
That fucking laugh again. I knew this wasn’t real simply because Caleb never laughed like that. He was grumpy and intense. Hot as sin and made for fucking. But never even close to lighthearted or free.
“Take off the bra, but leave the garters. I love the way they frame your pussy.”
Reaching behind me, I unhooked the row of clasps that started at the middle of my back and went all the way to my waist. The bustier fell free, my nipples tightening instantly in the chill of the room.
“Father, forgive me,” he grumbled, the shadow of his arm moving slowly, just rhythmically enough that I got the picture of what he was doing clear as day. That was hotter than Hades, knowing he was touching himself while watching me. “Get on the bed.”
I would have sworn I could feel his eyes on me as I made my way to the modified altar. It was just raised enough I had to climb up, exposing myself as I got to my knees on its flat surface.
“Fuck yes,” he growled. “Would that I could sink inside you right the fuck now.”
Just the thought was enough to set off little flutters rippling inside me. I pressed my thighs together, but the friction was a sorry replacement for what I really wanted. “What’s stopping you?”
His answering groan had me reaching between my legs and rubbing tight circles on my aching clit.
“Stop. Don’t you fucking move until I say so.”
It was the hardest thing I’d ever done, but somehow I managed to obey. I was panting hard, my breasts heavy and just as desperate for his touch as the rest of me as I breathed through the wave of lust.
“There’s a blindfold on the pillow. Put it on, and no matter what happens, do not remove it. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Caleb.”
I crawled forward on the makeshift bed, spotting the red length of satin and pulling it toward me as I shifted to sit on my hip. One end of the fabric dipped between my legs, ghosting over my aching cunt and making me groan.
His voice was rough and thick when he gave me his next growled command. “Tie it and then lay down on your back with your legs spread wide.”
I pulled the blindfold up, biting down hard on the inside of my cheek when the fabric rode back up. The whisper-soft touch was the worst sort of tease because it was nowhere near enough. I allowed myself a final glance at the shadowed figure behind the screen, his arm still moving in slow, measured strokes, and with that picture in mind, I tied it over my eyes and laid down.
As soon as my sight was taken from me, I was instantly more aware of every other sense. But more than anything, I was aware of how close to the edge I already was. One well-aimed breath on my clit would probably do it. Hell, the scrape of Caleb’s scruff over my breasts would get the job done. Every nerve ending in my body screamed for him to get out of that godforsaken box and come fuck me. It was my fantasy, after all. Why did I have to be such a cockblocker?
“Touch yourself, Sunday. Bring me to worship at the altar I can’t have.”
This command I obeyed without question, my hand slipping eagerly between my spread legs. I rolled my finger over my clit, my breath hitching, hips kicking as sensation exploded across my pussy. I was already so on edge, I was sure I’d be coming hard and fast if I kept this up.
“Don’t you dare come without my permission.”
It must have been the blindfold, but his voice sounded closer. Like it was right beside my ear. Were those footsteps? Alarm shot through me, and I moved to sit up. But then his scent, incense and spice, washed over me, giving me everything I craved and pushing aside my worry. It was then I remembered the room was designed to give me what I want... what I need.
“Don’t worry,a stor. This will be our little secret. What happens within these walls is ours alone. No one will ever know.”
“Caleb,” I moaned, giving myself fully over to the fantasy. “I need you to touch me.”
His groan was tortured, as if he was a man on the brink of losing control.
“Please,” I begged.
