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“Too good,” she gasped. “Too much!”
“Hands above your head,” Xander said, his lips still pressed to her pussy as he spoke, her body quivering in response.
“So close. So close,” she repeated.
She tilted her hips and tightened her grip in his hair, fighting to draw him even closer.
Xander lifted his head and pulled away, intent on showing his woman exactly who was in charge.
“No! Wait! I was close.”
Xander rose from the bed, standing over her, his arms akimbo, and a serious expression on his face. He was a tall man, broad, muscular, and much bigger than her, something he made sure was very apparent right now.
He was still fully dressed, only the tie missing. Hell, he could run a comb through the hair she’d just messed up with her fingers and head home with no one being the wiser about what they’d been doing.
Meanwhile, she was completely naked, flushed, panting, her hair a gorgeous, tangled mess of curls. She’d never looked more beautiful.
“I know this is new to you, Gia, but when I tell you to do something, I expect you to listen to me.”
She was confused for a moment before he saw the light go on, only just now recalling that he’d told her to put her hands above her head.
“It’s not my fault,” she pouted. “You distracted me.”
“So that’s how you want to play it? Fine. Scoot up on the bed, lie down in the middle of the mattress, on your back.” He bent to pick up his tie.
She moved into position without question and so quickly that if Xander had had any question about her submissive tendencies—he hadn’t—they would have vanished in that instant.
Once she was in position, she shuddered—not with fear but arousal—when he reached above her head, using his tie to bind her wrists together before knotting the other end to her headboard. She didn’t even offer a token bit of resistance, allowing him to tie both hands directly over her head without complaint, while looking at him as if he’d hung the moon.
He silently made a vow to himself to do whatever it took to get that look again and again.
She clenched her thighs together, the remnants of her “almost” orgasm still lingering, still hovering. It would take very little to push her over, yet Xander wasn’t inclined to give her that shove…just yet.
“Xander,” she whispered. “Please touch me.”
He sat next to her hip, simply looking at her, nothing touching her except his gaze. “Are you ready to behave?”
“Sure,” the shameless minx threw out casually, grinning wickedly.
Time to teach his girl a lesson.
“Wrong answer.”
Xander kicked off his shoes—and for the next hour, he tormented her relentlessly, giving her too-soft, too-light, too-sweet kisses and licks and strokes, mixed with pinches and bites and hard sucks. He touched her everywhere except where she wanted to feel him most. He took his time becoming intimately familiar with her breasts, her neck, the sensitive spot behind her ears, her stomach and thighs, even the soles of her feet.
The more he played, the more she pleaded with him to touch her.
When her breathing was ragged, her voice hoarse from crying and begging, he repeated his question. “Are you ready to behave?”
This time, the words flew out. “Yes, God! Please, Daddy. I’ll do anything you say! Anything you want. I can’t…I need…”
Xander ran his hands along the inside of her legs, pressing her thighs open before bending his head and giving her everything she wanted and more.
His tongue stroked along her slit before he pushed it inside her pussy, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing it until her body exploded, splintered, her cries filling the quiet room.
“Xander,” she gasped. “Jesus. Yes!”
He drew out her orgasm, continuing to fuck her with his tongue, his fingers applying pressure to all the erogenous zones he’d discovered while playing with her.
