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I jump at the sudden voice and the hand on my shoulder. Max turns me. “Are you okay?”
I take him in, looking dashing in jeans and a tight white t-shirt that showcases all of his assets. Each muscle is perfectly carved into his body and it takes my breath away. He steps closer, leaving only a marginal gap between us, the close proximity increasing the speed of my breath.
His masculine scent wafts over me when he leans in, our bodies brushing against each other, to open the door. His lips feather over the pulse in my neck. “I love the way your body reacts to me.”
My body is a traitor.
His hand slides down my arm and his fingers circle the pulse on my wrist before he moves his lips to it. “I never thought I would find anyone that captivated me more than the work I do. I find you exhilarating.”
He effortlessly picks me up, tossing me over his shoulder, his hand smacking my ass. “I want to do bad things to you.” His voice is deadly, but I’m not afraid. I know Max will never purposely hurt me. He won’t even realize it when he breaks my heart. Even knowing this, a thrill shoots up my body, leaving my clit tingling and me wanting him more than ever. Tonight, I’ve become his prey and I’m going to allow him to feast on me, because I can’t tell him no.
His warm hands leave my legs before my back bounces on my bed. Max is focused, much like how he gets when he’s working on some math problem or reading his textbooks. A train could plow through the room and he’d still only see me. My arms are zip tied to the bedposts before I have a chance to voice any type of refusal, then my legs. I’m spread open at his mercy.
“I’ve imagined this moment since the first time I saw you.” His eyes roam down the length of me and it makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman on the planet. “You are perfect.”
He takes a knife from his pocket and it springs open with a flick of his finger. My eyes grow large seeing it, and my breath freezes with the rest of my muscles. The dull side of the blade trails down my neck, its metal cold against my warmed skin. It continues on its path until it stops at my shirt’s neckline. Max tilts his head with a sexy smirk before his knife rips my shirt down the middle until the blade is past my breasts. The curve of my ample cleavage spills into the gap. With a small flick of his wrist, my breasts spring free for his viewing pleasure, and something flashes in his eyes a moment before he fists each side of my shirt and tears it the rest of the way open.
Max’s features are filled with determination and there’s a fire in his eyes I’ve never seen before. He looks like an obsessed man who refuses to accept he’s lost his mind, but it’s incredibly sexy. This side of Max is more of a turn on, because I’m the one igniting his passion.
Next, he cuts off my booty shorts, leaving me in my underwear. His hands tear the side of my full-bottom panties and a rush of cool air circles my vagina, stimulating my clit even more.
“Are you dripping for me, Sienna?” That voice is a low murmur of lust. No man has ever wanted me like this before. It shines through Max in a way that’s intoxicating. I’m already drunk on him.
He pulls out a black Sharpie and draws something on my skin. I try to look at what it is, but I can’t see it from this position. The thin, wet tip continues to explore my body.
“I’m marking all the pleasure and pain points on a body.” His fingers skim my skin, touching me everywhere, while his marker creates a treasure map on my body.
“Where’s the X?” I joke huskily.
“You’re going to have to wait to find out.” His one hand cups my heavy breast, it fills his hand and then some. My nipple is caught between two of his knuckles and the sensation of him squeezing my breast while pinching my nipple is mind blowing. I’m panting, wanting everything this man will give me. He lets go, his mouth latching on, and his tongue twirls around teasingly.
“Max,” I purr, my hands pulling at the restraints. I want to touch him, feel him. His smile grows larger seeing me strain against the zip ties.
“This is all for you, Sienna. I’m going to worship you until you scream for me to put you out of your misery.” He pulls out a delicate gold chain with little pink clamps on each end and dangles it in front of me. Nipple clamps.
“It will hurt before it becomes pleasurable.” He informs, much like a doctor would before they do an operation. He’s all matter-of-fact. I suck in a breath as he secures the first one to my nipple, and another quick breath as the other one is done. “The clamps restrict blood flow, creating this vibrant pleasure and pain feeling.”
The pinching makes it hard to focus on anything other than my nipples. It takes a few moments before the pain fades and I’m able to watch him continue his worship of my body. I try to swallow the small, elicit moans that desperately claw at my throat to be released. The heat in his gaze adds a layer of excitement that has my pussy weeping for him.
Max is normally intimidating, but this side of him is alluring, powerful, and gray enough to entice my body to do anything he wants. He steps away to admire his handwork and a chill replaces the warmth he possessed. His face goes out of view and I hear a drawer being opened and shut before my vibrator comes into view in his hand.
“Have you been imagining me when you touch yourself?” he asks, his deep voice laced with lust and sounding as sweet as honey. I refuse to answer, even after my cheeks warm and he snickers, my body having betrayed the truth. The stubborn side of me wants to tell him that drawer isn’t for him to go through, but he turns the vibrator on.
The small purple device twirls and vibrates in his hand. He uses it to round both of my breasts and trail down my stomach before he dips it between my legs. It’s touching all of my sensitive skin except my clit. I struggle against my restraints, wanting to move, to guide him where I want it. Teasing me more, Max slips it onto my inner thigh. He repeats the motion of in and out down my leg until he reaches the bottom of my calf and switches legs.
My hips automatically arch, trying to place my vibrator between my legs and on my clit. He continues this teasing, torturous game of his, and each time I arch, trying to get it closer to where I need it, he pulls it farther away.
“Max,” I growl, the vibration rippling between us with the lethality of a ticking bomb that promises untold pleasure.
“Sienna,” he parrots in a tender, intimate voice I’ve yet to hear from him.
My heart races with the same intensity as my clit. Each drum wanting—needing—more of what Max can deliver. The way he teases my body, I’ve never felt anything like this before, and my back arches, begging him for anything he might be willing to give.
He drops his ferocious gaze to my open mouth while his fingers circle my clit, hardly grazing it before two of them sink into me. He uses his thumb to hold my clit down while pushing two fingers in and out. I moan, closing my eyes at the same time.
“Yes,” I pant, my breathing erratic. He pushes his fingers deeper and they scissor inside. Just as I praise him, he removes his fingers. My eyes pop open and my lips purse into an angry growl.
“Taste yourself.” He places his two fingers at my lips. “Lick,” he demands. My tongue darts out and I’m surprised by how sweet I taste. “Now suck,” he orders. If it didn’t sound so sexy coming from his lips, I’d refuse. Instead, I open my mouth like a good girl and he places his digits into my mouth.
