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My heart jumps. I have no idea what he means. I don’t even know if I trust him yet, or if I’m still unsure, but I just can’t seem to get enough of him. I love his hands, his heat, his deep voice, his dark brown eyes that hold so many secrets. I realize I want to know him, to see more of him. The thought startles me. I’m not one to jump into something, and still it’s what I do, what I did even the first night I met him. Is it only three nights ago? My God, I’m a mess.
Christian turns off the water, reaching for a towel, wrapping it around my shoulders.
“Teeth,” he says.
I tighten the towel around me and grab a second that I wrap around my head as I turn to look at him. “Are you serious?”
“Dental hygiene is important.”
“You didn’t seem overly worried about my health when you spanked me and fucked me until I thought I wouldn’t see the sun rise again.”
He stills, regarding me, and again something flickers through his eyes. Sadness? Then he spins me back toward the cabinet.
“Do as I say.”
I turn again and exhale right in his face. “Why? Do I have a bad breath?”
His lips tighten, then he grabs my arm and steers me toward the door. “You’re a bad, bad girl, Kerry Jackson.”
“No, I’m not,” I squeal.
Christian pushes me down on the bed, making me sit on the edge, his semi-hard cock right in front of my eyes. He grabs the hair at my nape and tilts up my head.
“Do you know what I do with bad girls?”
My suddenly spasming pussy clearly has an idea because his words nearly liquefy my core.
“No,” I gasp.
He smirks. “You’re a terrible liar. Take me in your mouth.”
My eyes dart to his cock. It looks… doable. I wet my lips and lean closer. He smells flowery from my shower gel. Freesia. He also looks absolutely mouthwatering. I lick a path from head to base before I open my mouth wide and circle my fingers around his growing length to have some control as I take him in as deep as I can.
“Hands behind your back.”
“What?” I sputter. “No, I—”
“You hold them there, or I tie them there. Your choice.”
I shake as I put my hands behind me, a heady sensation settling between my legs. He both frightens me and excites me and I’m not sure which feeling is winning, there’s a constant, ongoing battle between the flutter of worry in my chest, and my reawakened pussy that just seems to want more and more.
“Good girl.”
He steers me with his hold in my hair, pushing deep into my throat. I gag and gasp as he pulls out, but only get a moment of reprieve before he pushes inside again. Deep. Too deep. My hands fly up on instinct and I push at him, trying to break free as my eyes water. He pulls out and grabs my chin in a vice-like hold.
“You are very, very bad at following my orders. On the bed. On your belly.”
“Chr… Christian, I—”
He pushes me down and flips me over so fast my head spins, then he grabs my wrists, fetches his belt, and ties my arms behind my back.
“Christian. Please. You’re scaring me.”
A hand on my back, stroking over the curve of my ass, dipping in between my cheeks, a finger sliding along my soaked slit. I gasp and buck. He thrusts his fingers inside, shallow moves, teasing me, making me whimper, desperate for more.
“I’m thinking you like it,” he says in his deep baritone, even deeper when tainted with arousal.
I swallow hard. There’s no denying my body is responding to him in a way I never responded to my ex-husband.
