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I gulped. There were multiple reasons, but I was willing to admit at least one of the major ones.
“To escape my ex-boyfriend.” There, I’d said it. The biggest reason I’d fled Tennessee was to escape Marc, but the bastard had shown up after I’d been a dumbass and told him what university I was going to attend. A shudder traveled through me as I wondered if I would ever be free from him.
He stopped in front of me, and I was at eye level with the bulge in his slacks. I wanted to rip them open and free his cock. My G-string was drenched with the thought of sucking him dry.
“Why?” He reached out, smoothed my hair, then tipped my chin and roughly gripped it.
As crazy as it seemed, this was probably the safest place to share my secrets. Maybe I would even earn an orgasm.
“He was blackmailing me to be his girlfriend.”
His loud chuckle sent chills up my spine, and I shivered. “Rather pathetic, isn’t it?”
“You have no idea,” I muttered.
He lowered, my face only inches from his mask. “It’s also rather poetic.”
A flicker of something on his shirt caught my attention, and I stared at it. I tried to determine what it was, but he straightened before I had the chance.
“Poetic?” I was confused about how anyone would think blackmailing someone was poetic.
“That’s what I said.” He paced in front of me. “Did you like my friend fucking you last time you were here?”
My nipples strained against the fabric of my bra, and my core throbbed with longing. “Yes. A lot.”
“And you liked me watching?”
Oh, God, this was getting hot. “Yeah.” I licked my lower lip, mentally pleading for him to rip my clothes off and touch me.
“How many guys have you been with at once?”
“One.”Two.
“You just lied to me. Stand!”
How the fuck did he know?I rose slowly.
He walked behind me, then pulled my yoga shorts down, revealing my baby blue G-string.
I stepped out of them. His fingers slipped between my thighs, rubbing my sensitive flesh through the satin material, and I softly moaned.
“If you’re a good girl, I might let you come.” He moved his hand, then tugged my sweatshirt off.
I wanted to remind him he was supposed to ask me another question, but I didn’t think he would appreciate it much since he was the one making up the rules.
He slid my bra straps off my shoulders, then released the front clasp with a flick of his finger. He tossed it on the floor next to my shorts.
“Get on the table.”
Frowning, I turned around. I hadn’t seen a table when I’d walked in, but it had been dark. A dim light flickered on, illuminating a large table and several items on it.
I climbed up, watching his every move.
He strolled over and picked up the nipple clamps that I’d spotted.
I sucked in a sharp breath as he placed them on my hard nipples.
“Does that hurt?” He ran his knuckles down my cheek.
