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I wiggle my ass, relishing the tingles that run through my body at his tone. “I don’t want you, Jay,” I say desperately. “Ineedyou.”
I’d do just about anything for those words to not be true. But it’s useless to fight against the desire. He’s the only person I’ve ever needed. No matter how badly I want to deny it.
He chuckles against my bare skin, his mouth ghosting up my back and his hands sliding from my waist, up my torso, and to my arms. His body encases me in warmth, but the sensation of his clothes against my skin is wrong. I want to feel his muscles, to count the heartbeats that drum against my back, to be stitched back together as he slides into me. Even if it’s only for a slice of time.
“Tell me, Kitten, how badly do you need me?”
“So badly,” I pant.
He loops one silk ribbon around my right wrist. Fascinated, I watch as he ties it to the hook on the headboard. He then repeats the action with my left wrist.
Tied to the bed, at his complete mercy, I’ve never felt more free.
Wiggling my ass against his rock-hard erection, I urge him to continue.
“You want to come?” he murmurs, his mouth next to my ear.
“Oh God, yes.”
He pulls back quickly, and the first slap is so jarring I barely register it. “Say my name.”
“Fuck,” I rasp under my breath.
His palm meets the flesh of the opposite cheek, and I screech.
“Jay,” I babble in compliance, so turned on my knees wobble.
In response, he smacks me again.
Harder.
Desire pools between my thighs and has me bucking against him, searching for relief. He doesn’t give it, though. No, instead, he continues his punishment. In rapid succession, he slaps my ass—left, right, left, right.
Red-hot searing pleasure scorches me. Eviscerates every last thought in my brain. Leaving me a puddle of need.
Whimpering, I beg him to make me come. The man hasn’t even touched my clit, but here I am, a blubbering mess, with tears streaming down my face as I plead with him. “Please, please…”
“You want my cock?” He smooths his palm over my ass, running circles over the stinging skin.
“Yes,” I cry.
“Say you’re mine, Kitten. Admit what we both know. Say you’ve always been mine. That you’ll only ever be mine. Then I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”
Even delirious with lust, I can’t do it. I can’t admit it.
Shaking my head against the now moist sheets, I mutter, “No. But my body is yours. Please, Jay, my body has only ever been yours.”
His hand stops its circling, and he pulls it away. Is he ready to give in? Did he catch the meaning behind my admission? That he’s the only man I’ve ever been with in that way? Will that be enough for him?
But the crack of his hand on my skin gives me the answer. With a grunt, he unbuckles his pants, the sound of the zipper sending a surge of desire through me. The bed dips as he repositions himself in front of me, with his back against the headboard and my head level with his hips. “Your pussy doesn’t get this cock until you admit you’re mine,” he grits out as he looms over me. Fisting his shaft, he strokes himself only inches from my face.
Fuck. I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation.
“Open,” he instructs, tapping his head against my lips.
Obediently, I stare up at him from under my lashes and lick at his slit, making us both groan. The taste of his arousal coats my tongue, and I close my eyes in appreciation.
God, this man. The things he makes me want.
