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Surprisingly, Cal didn’t respond. Instead, he turned away from me and stalked into my bathroom. A moment later, he returned with something in his hands—the tie from one of my fluffy winter robes.
He approached the side of the bed and stared down at me.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Arms up.”
I did as he asked, raising my hands over my head, which he gathered together, looping the sash around my wrists then slipping the ends through and wrapping them around one of the posts of my metal bed frame. My arms were tugged higher as he tied a knot.
“Too tight?” he asked.
I yanked experimentally, but they held comfortably. “No.”
Cal’s grin was wicked as he moved around to settle between my thighs. “Good,” he said, face inches away from my pussy. “Now here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to tease you—with my tongue, my fingers, and maybe even my cock—until you’re fucking begging for me to let you come. And even then…I might not let you.”
“You’re a fucking sadist,” I said, even as desire curled in my core.
“Only for you, Princess,” he said as he lightly trailed his finger around my clit. “Only for you.”
And then he made good on his promise.
It was pure fucking torture, being entirely at his mercy, not being able to do anything but shift my hips, attempt to trap him with my thighs, and plead with exasperated and desperately turned on sounds. I wasn’t coming until Cal decided I’d suffered enough, and while I was openly panting for him, my release brewing, the pressure between my thighs damn near unbearable under his ministrations…I was also more turned on than I’d ever been in my entire life.
I was a panting, exhausted, sweaty mess of desire by the time Cal took pity on me at last.
When he’d apparently grown tired of torturing me with his fingers and tongue, he pulled away, stripped, and settled between my thighs once again, his cock rock hard and weeping as he lazily pumped it with his hand.
Slipping the tip through my sex, coating himself in my arousal, he said, “Do you want to come now, my love?”
“Yes,” I hissed, curling my legs around his waist and attempting to pull him toward me. Unfortunately, the man was an immovable wall of muscle, and he didn’t budge so much as a centimeter.
“Tell me how bad you want it.”
“Fuck, Cal,” I said, wriggling. “I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. That night you turned me away? I was so embarrassed, but that didn’t stop me from going home and taking my vibrator to myself with your face in my mind, imagining if your lips would feel the same between my thighs as they did against my mouth. And when I moved back from Europe and was forced to work with you every day? I pictured you fucking me in every room of our offices.”
Cal’s grin turned feline. “And you’ve made every fantasy a reality now, haven’t you, baby?”
“You’re damn right.”
“I’ve had you just like this in my mind more times than I can count,” he said, still idly toying with me, rubbing his cock against all the places I desperately needed something, anything,more.
“Cal…” I whined, working my hands, trying to free them from their binding. I only succeeded in tightening it.
“Shh,” he said, then at last gave me what I needed, sliding into me so slowly. I clamped around him, and he groaned. “Fuck, you take me so good.”
He began to move then, shifting his hips back and forth, pumping steadily in and out. I wouldn’t last long, but after the torture we’d both just endured, I wanted him unhinged, wild and fucking me recklessly. I might love the man, and he might love me back, but I didn’t want him tame and romantic right now—or maybe ever.
“Harder,” I said.
“Where’s that vibrator?” he asked, ignoring my request.
“Top drawer,” I said, nodding to the nightstand to my left.
Still inside me, pressing as deep as he could go, hitting that spot that had me moaning, my legs twitching, Cal reached over and withdrew the bright pink toy from the drawer.
“Not as big as me,” he said.
