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“I want to know.”
“Fuck.” He doesn’t back away. Instead, he moves me, positions me so he has access to my clit and drops a hand between us to stroke me. “Yeah, we were an item. A very brief item. A long time ago. No, I’m not fucking interested.”
He starts to set off little tingles inside me with his touch. I’m sensitive, but he knows what he’s doing. “And what about other women?”
“Rose, you know the answer to that. I’m not giving you a fucking list.”
“But—”
He cuts me off. “Want to know why I’m not interested? She’s not you. None of them are fucking you. End of story, Rose.”
I roll my hips and his hand works me, his cock still buried inside, and I’m climbing high again. Oh, shit, he’s pushing me up, urging me to the highest heights, and my entire being starts to heat and shake with pleasure. This time, I break apart when I come, like a slow-motion shattering as he rides the waves he unleashes with his fingers. It’s a tease, another taste. He urges me up and off him, then, using the strap, tugs me up.
“Your cunt, my face, Rose. Now.”
I look at him as I grab his shoulders. “You just made me come.”
“You think I give a fuck? Up.”
I do as he commands, my knees at his shoulders, heels digging into the sofa as he wraps a hand over my ass, pulling me into him.
His tongue and teeth are a godsend, all heat and wetness as he licks into me. All it does is turn up the dial until the wave I just coasted crashes back into me as I come hard. It’s a thigh-shaking, bone-melting orgasm, one of heat and wild oceans, a storm of pleasure. When he lets me go, I slip, no bones or muscles working, into his lap.
Breathing hard, I rest my head on his shoulder, plastered to him. “How many women?”
He pulls me up with the belt; it digs in, and somehow, my body throbs.
“You don’t need to know, Rose. Fuck.”
“But—”
“Whoever you say, chances are, I’ve fucked them.Fucked. Past tense. I lost interest. I always lose interest, except with you, Rose. Each time with you makes me more fascinated, more tangled in you.”
I nod. “Can…Can I tie you up?”
“Rose.”
“You’ll get free, but…”
“Fine. Have your way.”
I take the tie he used on me earlier and wrap it around his wrists. Then, drunk on him, on what he’s done to me, on the power, I blow him a kiss and get back on the stage. I’m naked, but I start to dance, slow and as rhythmic as I can. Without warning, I go to my hands and knees and crawl to the edge of the stage, breasts and hips swaying. He’s still. Completely. Utterly.
His gaze is lava, and I smile and turn, wiggling at him, parting my thighs and dropping my head to the stage. I use my hands to hold my pussy open for him, slick from both of us. On the hiss of breath, the low groan of yes, I start a slow gyration as I pump up and down in the air.
He’s giving me all the power. I take a breath as I start to slide a finger inside, only to pull it out to paint over my asshole for him before I slowly begin to insert a digit in there, too.
“Fuckingfuck, Rose.”
“N-Nikolai? How many since you met me?”
It comes from seemingly nowhere, but it’s been there in my head the whole time, and I’m shaking as I wait.
“I don’t cheat.”
I work another finger in, and by now, I’m at the stage’s edge, open to him in all ways, our combined fluids dripping on the wood below me.
“If I’m fucking you, I’m not fucking anyone else.”
