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Naked, I grin at him in triumph.
A chuckle rumbles out of his wide chest, and my eyes draw down, taking him in. His chest is scattered with dark hair, his abs so defined they could have been carved, a trail of dark hair teases from below his belly button down to where it frames his huge erection. His cock stands high, aiming straight at me, the head an angry red color.
My mouth waters with want.
He uses his thumb to tilt my head back until we are eye to eye once more.
“Bed. Head down, ass up.”
“Yes, sir.”
Daniel watches as I climb up onto the bed on my hands and knees. Pointing, he directs me to face the headboard.
I don’t want to. I want to see him.
Licking my lips, I hesitate.
Daniel doesn’t speak again. He just tilts his head, and it’s enough to tell me to do as I’m told.
Pouting, I turn. The white of the wall is not nearly as fulfilling to look at as his naked body. I drop to my forearms dramatically, not even trying to hide my annoyance.
“Ahh.” My body rocks when a hand connects with my ass.
“You’re in enough trouble.”
I nod, panting.
My head drops to the bed, my hands fisting the covers. The wait is killing me.
I turn my head, looking back at where he stands at the bathroom counter. I squint, trying to see what he’s doing.
He’s holding something in his left hand. It’s a weird shape, and I can’t tell what it is. I watch as Daniel’s right hand picks up a second object that flicks open in his hand. A knife.
What is he doing?
Steadily, he scrapes at the second object, peels it, cutting it.
What the fuck is that?
Daniel steps toward the bed, and I know I’m about to find out. My whole body shakes with excitement, liquid heat runs through me.
Arousal coats my inner thighs.
The cover twists in my hands. The sound of Daniel’s excited breaths join mine as he climbs onto the bed behind me, placing something on the sheets beside my head.
Ginger.
I frown, wondering what it’s for. Why would he peel and cut that, now of all times?
I moan as his hands grasp my ass, squeezing my cheeks. I feel as his wet tongue grazes my forbidden hole.
I gasp, trying to push up.
“Daniel,” I plead, but I have no idea what I want, what I’m begging for.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, I feel something press against my asshole. It takes me a minute to realize that it’s the ginger, but the minute I do, I shift forward, trying to move away.
I don’t get far before wide hands grip my hips and tug me back to where I was.
