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Two of his fingers, now coated in my arousal, slip inside me and work themselves in and out while his thumb circles my clit. As he works my pussy with his skilled fingers his mouth nips and sucks on my neck.

I moan my approval at his punishment and grind myself down on his hand.

“Don’t you dare come.” Cade pulls away from his attentions on my neck and warns me right when I’m reaching for it.

I growl out my frustration as he continues to work me and I find it a struggle.

“I can’t hold back much longer if you’re going to keep finger fucking me like that,” I pant out between moans. For my complaints, he swirls his fingers inside me and my inner walls clench around him. I grind my teeth together to try and stop my impending orgasm, afraid I won’t be able to hold it off.

When I surprise myself and succeed, Cade praises me. “Good girl.”

He pulls his hand from under my shirt and smooths it out while looking into my blue eyes, his approval in every line on his face. Then he turns and presses the button to set the elevator moving again.

Without turning to face me, he takes the two fingers that were just inside me and puts them in his mouth, licking my arousal from them thoroughly. He moans around his fingers and his eyes close as he savors the taste of me on his tongue. I nearly come from just watching him.

We reach floor eight and the doors open, letting us out. He wheels the cart out and to the left cool as a cucumber—like he didn’t almost finger fuck me into an orgasm. I have to take a steadying breath as I cross the threshold and follow him down the hallway.

He unloads our luggage and moves the cart outside the room before letting the door close and coming over to me.

His hands reaches up and tangles in my hair, griping it close to my head in a tight hold.

“Strip and stand by the bed. It’s time for the second half of your punishment.” His words have tingles of need and hot anticipation skittering up and down my spine.

“Yes, sir.” My words come out on a puff of breath. Cade steps back from me and untucks his button-up shirt from the waistband of his trousers. Then he toes off his shoes and sits on the bed, facing the mirrored barn-style door to the bathroom.

I take off my clothes as quickly as I can while not making a fool of myself by toppling over. Done, I stand before him vulnerable but not wanting to hide any part of my body from him.

“Come here and turn around.” His voice is soft with a lethal edge. Moving between his legs, I turn my back to him. He yanks me down into his lap, spreading each of my legs over each of his.

The entire time I’m watching our reflection in the mirror.

“Look at how shapely your legs are.” Cade skims the tips of his fingers up from my knees to the bend where my thighs meet my hip sockets. Then back down curving around to the insides of my thighs, pulling them apart and trailing them back up. When he gets to my pussy, he separates me with one hand and swipes his index finger through the wetness there.

I moan at the exquisite feeling it has and tip my head back, closing my eyes.

“Open your eyes. Watch.” His warm breath flutters on my neck with his eyes locked on my now open ones. I can feel a definite bulge poking my ass from my position on his lap. The hand that spread me open glides up my pubic bone past my belly button to cup my breast.

He weighs it for a moment then pinches the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I cry out with the zing of pleasurable pain that shoots out from the point of contact. My hips rotate with his teasing fingers over my clit and whispering over my slit. He is driving me crazy, passing over it but not really giving me what I need.

“Cade,” I plead with him.

“What?” He chuckles wickedly in my ear.

“Please,” I moan.

“Please what, my pet?” he practically purrs in my ear.

“I need you to touch me.” I pant.

“Mmm… I am touching you. You’ll need to be more specific.” He’s taunting me.

“I need you inside me, please.” My eyes hold his dark ones in the reflection. Watching him toy with my breast and torture me by touching yet not touching me between my legs is turning me on so much it won’t take much to send me flying once he decides to stop playing and get to business.

“What part of me do you want inside you?” He licks the side of my neck and then bites playfully over the same spot. Goosebumps erupt along my flesh there, and an aroused shiver travels down my spine.

“Just you, I don’t care what part,” I grind out between my clenched teeth. I’m so wound up that the slightest increase in pressure or stroke inside me will have me exploding.

He chuckles evilly from behind me and I feel it all along my back.

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