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“Is this a punishment?” I whimpered, just as he began to plant kisses near the very top of my jeans.

“What makes you think this is a punishment?”

“Because you’re going so slow?”

“I’m not going slow,” he replied, with a light laugh. “I’m savoring you, Parker. I’m taking my time because I want to enjoy every last inch of you.”

“But this is killing me,” I whimpered again. “I thought you said that you were going to ruin me?—”

“I already am,” he cut me off with a wicked grin, just as he leisurely pulled down my jeans and boxers, stopping once they reached down to my feet. He then went back to kissing all along my skin, even kissing along my aching cock. He repeated the motion against my thighs, my legs, my ankles. By the time he was finished, every part of me had been gently kissed, the sensation almost feeling like he was worshipping me, too.

Worshipping me before he devoured me.

A hunter dutifully praying over his prey.

There was something heated and hungry behind Nicholas’ eyes when he looked back up at me, as he moved back up my body. It sent a pleasurable chill right up my spine as I tried to read his mind, as I tried to figure out what he was going to do to me, how he wanted to control me.

How he wanted to ruin me.

“Come here.” Nicholas’ voice was low as he pulled me up from the rug, not stopping until I was on my knees, kneeling in front of him.

“Take off my shirt,” he instructed.

I froze at the sound of it, a realization hitting me that Nicholas had never let me undress him before. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he replied before he brought my hands toward him. “I want you to.”

I quietly nodded before I did as I was told, easing his shirt away from his skin. I was going to let the fabric hit the floor before he gently reached for it, his gaze soon meeting mine.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Of course, I trust you, Nicholas.”

“Good.” He smiled. “I’m going to blindfold you now. Is that all right?”

I nodded again, just as Nicholas began to tie his shirt around my eyes, effectively blindfolding me with it. I took in a deep breath, centering myself in the darkness, the scent of the fireplace, the apple cider, Nicholas, everything threatening to overwhelm what was left of my senses.

“Kiss my chest,” Nicholas commanded, his voice cutting through the darkness.

I shifted closer to him, or at least I thought I did, before bending down toward where I thought his chest should’ve been. Once my mouth made contact with his skin, I felt one of his hands on the back of my head, gently guiding me along his chest. I kept my kisses light and sweet, the same way he’d done for me, including when I reached his nipples, taking my time with each one of them. I then made my way back up to the very top of his chest, planting small kisses all in a row, delicate and neat.

“Kiss me.” Nicholas’ command came out rough and rugged. I followed it immediately, shifting my attention from his chest to his lips. A few seconds into our kiss, I felt Nicholas pushing me back toward the rug, not stopping until my back was once again resting against it.

And then, he was gone.

Or at least that was how it felt. I wasn’t able to feel him against me anymore.

I wasn’t able to feel him anywhere.

I was tempted to pull down the blindfold, wondering if Nicholas had taken a seat on the couch next to the fireplace, a playful grin on his face as he teased me. But I knew better than to disobey him, which meant that I just needed to wait right here until?—

Oh.

Nicholas’ cock was currently at my lips, gently sliding its way into my mouth.

I opened my mouth in response, happily taking his shaft inside. His cock was already hard, a fact that caused me to groan, my body so ready for him to be deep inside me. Once his cock was fully inside my mouth, Nicholas started to move, pumping in and out of my lips at a steady pace.

Huh.

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