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My cock gets so hard I have to shift my feet to keep my balance.

I drop my pants to the floor, then my boxers, kicking both away. I fist my dick, the same move I’ve used for the past four weeks to find a hint of relief.

But this is different. This is watching Alix. This is listening to the wet, sloppy sound of her pleasure. This is stroking once, holding it, going back to the root and pulling again, long and slow, the way I’m going to fuck her hot, sweet snatch.

Her right hand slips inside her panties. The back of her wrist presses against silk and lace, finding an angle that lets her fingers plunge deep. Without my permission, she stops sucking. She throws her head back and arches her neck, pinching her wet nipple hard with her left hand as her right fucks her pussy.

“Stop!” I command, because rules are rules. Because I’m the one who tells her what to do. Because if those plump lips don’t close around my cock in the next seven seconds I’m going to die.

She stops, because that’s her choice. She stops because she wants to. She stops because that’s the way we play in this room—me in control of the tools and the game, she in control of her safeword.

“Did I give you permission to touch your cunt?”

She doesn’t like the word. I see that on her face. But she shakes her head and answers honestly. “No.”

“Then what should be your punishment?” I ask.

And she says the words I’ve been dying to hear. “Whatever you command.”

I command her to get off her fucking knees. I command her to lose the goddamn panties. I command her to let me smell them, let me breathe in deep as she gets on her back in the middle of the bed.

I snap my fingers for her left wrist, and she complies. I make the leather cuff tight. Secure. When I lash it to the bed, she moans.

I snap for her right wrist. Make her give me one foot, then the other. She’s spread on my bed, mine to control, the shallow bowl of her belly trembling as she waits.

Her pussy looks like a goddamn flower.

I climb onto the mattress and kneel between her legs. She’s freshly shaved, her skin smooth and clean. I don’t need that anymore; the Beast is long-since silent where Alix is concerned.

But I like it. I like it a lot. I trace my thumb from her navel to her clit, watching her wriggle at the promise.

One tap to that hard button, short and sharp, and she leaps from the bed like I fired off a shot. Her knees try to close by reflex, but she’s tied too tight for that.

She can’t escape as I work her with my fingers, stroking, gliding, then coming back with harsh, hard taps. Her hips rise to meet me. Her hands clench on the straps that bind her to the bed. She points her feet, stretching, reaching, because it’s been a goddamn month for her too, and she needs me as much as I need her.

I climb off the bed.

She makes a surprised sound, something between a moan and a groan and a question. She opens her eyes. She waits.

She waits, because that’s another part of our game. When she lost her mind on Leo’s fucking stash, she finished without my permission. I’m jealous that she came. I hate that she didn’t need me.

And to prove to her that she needs me now, that I need her, that we need each other like a fucking forest fire needs oxygen, I stalk over to my jeans and whip my belt from the denim loops.

I’ve beaten her ass with my belt before. I’ve made her wear one like a collar. But now I climb back in the bed and I fist the leather, leaving a length half as long as my cock.

I slap her clit with the long flat tongue, hard enough to make her gasp. She doesn’t shout a warning, though, doesn’t give me yellow or red. So I land another blow, steady and hard and perfectly on target.

“Please…” she begs, and she’s so fucking close it’s a crime not to send her.

But I’m a criminal mastermind when it comes to Alix. I land the belt again. Again. One more time—perfect placement—and her clit glows red and her pussy opens and she’s poised for everything I can give her.

I rock back on my heels.

“Please,” she begs. “Just say it. Just tell me. Let me come.”

“Not yet, Princess.”

“I’ll do anything you want. I’ll suck your cock. You can fuck my tits. You can pound my pussy. You can’t be too rough.”

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