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A smile pulled at his lips. “We’re there, baby. We’re in bed together, aren’t we?”
He grabbed one of my wrists, holding it to the pillow as he ground himself between my thighs. “Is this what you want?”
“Get. Off.”
“This robe has a belt. What do you say we try tying you to the bed this time? I think it’s only fair. We’ll make it a clean slate afterward. What do you say?”
I knew it wasn’t a question. I sucked in a breath, using my other hand to push into his shoulder. He instantly had it over my head, fitting it into the grip that held my other. When his free palm lowered to make a path down my side, I couldn’t stop my body from pushing into his touch.
“Now, this I like. You like it too.”
His face buried in my neck, sucking too hard against my skin. Even with my yelp and denial, I couldn’t help but arch against him. Maybe it was the effects still lingering, or perhaps the guilt of what I did was too much. He said clean slate. If only that would make what I did okay.
“I said get off me.” I went wild, slamming my heel into his calf. “I’m sure you’re used to fucking whoever you want, but I’m not one of your playthings. I was sleeping and obviously still feeling that stupid cake.”
Lips leveled with my ear. The shiver was automatic as his teeth bit into my earlobe. “Clean slate and we never throw it in each other’s face again.” His body shifted to the side as he jerked the robe’s belt loose. “Do this, Fay. Take it. You owe me.”
The anger was just as evident as the hardness that rested against my stomach. He pressed down, grounding himself to me. My mouth opened to argue, but he didn’t give me time. Lips crushed bruisingly into mine, triggering the heat to explode throughout me, despite that I could taste blood. I was so lost in the way my body flared to life that I barely recalled the brief separation. My shirt slipped over my head and pressure returned to my wrists, tightening as his mouth massaged back into mine. He moved, and I moved with him. But there was more. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. Tightening, restraint, then, his hands were all over me. Hands…
“Fuck, yes.”
Aimon lifted, roughly pulling my pajama pants and panties off. Instinct had me wanting to cover myself, but the belt kept my arms over my head. I was tied to the headboard, and I hadn’t been in my right mind enough to realize. This was bad. So much worse than I could comprehend.
“Wait.” I tugged hard, only trapping myself even more. Aimon’s head shook back and forth and he took my shirt, pushing it into my mouth before I could say more.
“I never had playthings, Fayette. Women.” He stopped, raking his eyes down my body. I bit into the shirt as he squeezed my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger. “If my grandfather wasn’t running them off, they proved not to be worth my time. Make the kind of money I did in one deal and tell me what’s more fun: one night of unemotional fucking or one hundred million? Sure, I dated here and there, but it’s been years. I much prefer to have fun in other ways. Or did. I have to say.” He pressed his lips together, grabbing behind my knees to spread me wide. “I am enjoying this quiet, tied up version of you quite a lot.”
My legs kicked out against his hold, drawing his eyes back to mine. There was such heat in his stare. He licked over his lips, grabbing his cock. My moan was loud through the shirt as he nudged the head inside of me. But no more than that. The small thrusts were a tease. Torture. One inch. Then, two. Three. Orgasm. But not enough. He’d play with my breasts or clit. Build me up. I’d have another small orgasm. It was as if it were never fulfilled. It still wasn’t enough. One inch. Repeat.
Back and forth my head turned. I was so wet. I needed more. And he had lots to give, but he wouldn’t, and the satisfaction of withholding himself was evident as he grabbed my leg and maneuvered it over his head to place me on my side. The fire that exploded across one side of my ass had me screaming through the shirt.
“What’s that, Fay? I can’t hear you. Were you just begging for my cock? All of it?”
“Go to hell.” My muffled words had him shaking his head in the most mischievous way.
“You don’t get me like you want. You only get what I give you.”
I twisted, using the power of my leg to push against his hip. Aimon barely budged. His palm wrapped around my ankle and before I knew it, I was being spun to my stomach. But I didn’t stay. He clasped to my hips, jerking me to my knees.
“That’s better. Didn’t I say I’d have you ass up? Stay. Or I’ll spank you again.”
My head shot up, only to be pushed back down. Were my eyes as huge as they felt? Who was this man?
The pad of his finger made a circle over my slit, dipping down to tease my clit. When it traced up to push into my channel, my eyes closed through the pleasure. It was a pleasure he refused to satisfy.
“Would you look at that. She can obey.”
Again, my head lifted. And again, he pushed it down.
“Take this thing out of my mouth.”
“What was that?” He rose higher on his knees, making me pause as thick pressure levelled at my opening.
“Take it out.”
“Put it in?”
I stretched around him as he eased forward. I tried spitting out the shirt. Shaking my head. Aimon just laughed, gripping my hair to pull my head back. The shirt disappeared just in time for him to surge forward. My scream echoed from the walls, half pleasure, half pain.
