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Such a promise that there would be something to see—so captivating that he’d want to see all of her—caused a ripple of fear and anticipation. Right then, she wondered if her limits list was complete enough.
“Come here.”
She teetered to where he stood by the sawhorse.
“Lay yourself over it … slowly.”
She made quite a show of draping herself over the padded top, widening her legs, and letting the cold seep into her. It raised gooseflesh the second it touched her skin.
Shoe scuffs along the concrete floor sounded behind her. His large palm circled her neck and tipped her chin up so she once more confronted her reflection.
“Look at yourself. See how flushed your skin is, how your mouth is slack, how your muscles quiver a little. You’re already imagining what I can do to you in this position, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” More like hell, yes.
He tightened the grip on her throat. “It makes me hungry for you. To see such lust and longing this early.”
Her eyes darted to his, shining at her in the mirror. Dark, charcoal, dancing with life. Griffin was the most “alive” person she’d ever met.
He pushed her head back down. Every shoe scrape, every bit of movement echoed loudly in her ears.
He roughly kicked her legs open more and secured them with silky cords to the metal frame. Her arms were next. Those he tethered to the floor with more silk rope connected to rings mounted in the concrete. It made her wish she’d studied the ceiling more, given how many secrets the walls had held.
His hands then toured her body, first to cup her breasts hanging heavy, nipples hard peaks. Then to her waist, where he spanned both palms to move down to her hips. His fingers then circled her thighs before gliding up to her ass. His fingers dug into her flesh and forced her cheeks apart.
Oh, God. She clenched out of instinct. He was seeing her most vulnerable parts—dirty, raw, and primal.
With the lightest touch of a fingertip, he traced her asshole in small circles. “Such beautiful options for someone.”
Her breaths came shallow, and she couldn’t seem to stop clenching her butt as he continued to touch her lazily in places no one had ever touched. He murmured a deep rumble as her thighs quaked.
A wet warmth touched right there, and she gasped. His tongue probed her tight back hole, and she whimpered. So dirty, so sweet.
One of his knees creaked as he rose to stand. He wound his hand in her hair, creating a ponytail, and gave a gentle pull so her head lifted. Just on the side of pain but not.
Scratchy cotton fabric touched her back. He was leaning over her. “Your responses are exquisite—and they please me.” His hot breath ran over her neck.
A long sigh left her mouth, and she had to quickly swallow or drool.
“You didn’t think I saw you back then, did you?”
Back thenmeant in his classroom. She knew it without even having to ask. “No.” They were developing a kind of shorthand already.
“I saw everything. The way you pushed your hair off your neck on one side. How you buried your hands between your legs and squeezed them together hard when I called on you. Made me wonder what secrets you tucked between those pretty little thighs.”
“Wanting.” The honesty of the word shocked even her as it tumbled from her lips. She had wanted him from the second she saw him—as did everyone else. He called that up in everyone who encountered him—even men. She’d seen it in his classroom.
He chuckled low. “I will see you grow that wanting tonight, won’t I?”
She rolled her lips between her teeth, worried she’d let out a bleat otherwise. “Mmmhhm,”
He let go of her hair, her scalp smarting a bit, and circled to her front.
Her vision filled with the concrete floor, and her hands curled around the two metal rings holding her bindings so her arms were outstretched.
His hardness pushed into her ass cheeks from behind, not entering but teasing her. A thought occurred. He hadn’t let her ever touch him. She’d like to do more than touch—if he’d let her.
“Are you wondering what I’m going to do?”
