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He’d trained me not to dwell on sensation that wasn’t part of the current situation, keeping me in the moment, even when something slithered along my leg, snaking up my thigh, like a long tongue reaching for me.
Tonight is different.
“Will you hurt me tonight?” I stared straight ahead, my gaze fixed on the backs of my eyelids. The light became too bright, and he hadn’t made a rule about where to look or not, so I didn’t think I’d screwed up already.
Damon squeezed my throat once, switching breasts with his other hand. Light, languid touches were the best and worst form of torture at once. He continued pleasuring my nipples until all I wanted was to lean back on his weight, tip my head back, and beg him to kiss me.
Don’t move.
That simple command held so much weight. Tonight would be terrible.
“If I choose,” he teased, plucking my nipple until heat gushed between my thighs.
His kisses slid along the corner of my mouth, first on one side then the other, too fast for me to guess where he might come at me from next.
But I’m not supposed to guess. I’m supposed to enjoy.
I sighed my pleasure, releasing every inch of my control to him, and weathered the oncoming storm. It didn’t take long for my knees to shake and my thighs to ache. His touch and kisses came at me from both sides until I was a writhing, hot mess.
Nails grazed my stomach and traced along the crack of my ass to press against my dark hole. I whimpered and forced myself not to react. We’d played there lightly before, but the stretch of just his finger was still tight as he worked the digit into my virgin hole.
A few pumps and the pressure eased. He added a second finger, scooping up the cream that coated my thighs to ease his way inside until my body accepted the intrusion. Bliss built along with pressure as he worked his fingers in and out, fucking me with them in a slow parody of his preferred method of breaking me with his cock each week.
Just as my body began to shudder, my impending release rightthere, he withdrew his hand and stepped away.
I panted through the next breaths, forcing air into my lungs. “That was cruel,” I whispered. My body pulsed, begging for extra contact, but he stayed clear of me while my orgasm retreated.
“You have no idea how cruel I can be, Kiera.”
Then his mouth was on my pussy as he licked at the copious amounts of fluids coating my body and dripping down my thighs. He sucked gently on my clit, just enough pressure to tease me with the greatest amount of torment. Flicks of his tongue matched the light sucks and gentle swirls to build me back up, but never giving me enough attention to make me come, keeping my orgasm just out of reach, never letting me crash.
When he rose without making me come, leaving my pussy a soaked mess, I screamed my frustrations aloud.
Still, I didn’t move.
“That was so fucking beautiful. Let’s see if we can do it again.” His tongue teased the corner of my mouth, licking and flicking. He let the taste of my filthy need drip into my mouth. Then he withdrew and we started again.
And again.
How long he worked my body over, I had no idea. Minutes and hours melded, and I wondered that the sun hadn’t risen and set while he tortured my body, using my needs against me. Those low heels that it seemed so easy to walk in earlier in the night became the tallest towers.
I strained against my body’s need to rub my pussy over his face, begging for the tiniest amount of extra friction, forcing myself not to hump his mouth like a bitch in heat.
My breasts ached, so heavy like they were full of milk. My nipples pebbled into hard points where the briefest sensation from his smooth knuckles brought on tears. Finally, when I had screamed myself raw and still hadn’t been allowed to come, Damon knelt before me.
Resting his chin against my belly, he gazed up at me with adoration written in his beautiful eyes. “It’s time to start.”
“Start?” My mouth dropped open as I quivered before him. Those words might have been the cruelest he had ever uttered. I’d never be able to hold to that stupid fucking rule. “Why—”
The moment my mouth opened, he rose and took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside. Our mouths pressed lightly together in a not quite kiss as he tasted me over and over.
I was just a toy to amuse him, and he had set me up to fail. My body pulsed, hot and tense. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to kiss him back so I stood still, panting and shaking.
“You may kiss me, Kiera.” His voice came from beside me, leaving my mind whirling while he pressed his body hard to mine from the front.
I returned his kisses, disoriented as the room swirled around us, though the meager shots of vodka had long worn off.
I ached to lean back into him, rest my head on his shoulder, and let him take what he wanted from me. Everything in me throbbed, wanting to give back, to wrap my arms around him, cling to his broad shoulders, but that wasn’t the game we played.
