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He smirks, knowing I’m lying, and stands up so I don’t have to bend over anymore. “Would this make it easier?”

His cock is now sticking straight out, so close to my lips that if I stuck my tongue out, I would lick the tip. I nod my head and decide to push my thoughts out of my head for right now. I want to finish this.

I fit him back in my mouth and dive him, bobbing my head back and forth on him as he starts to moan again. I can tell he’s still close, even with my little distraction, and it pushes me to give this everything I have.

With a deep breath through my nose, I push my head even further, feeling him tap the back of my throat and then go further. When I feel myself trying to gag around him, I swallow, pulling him down my throat. The monster cries out, not expecting to feel that, and then I feel warm liquid shooting down my throat. He twitches against me as he holds my head in place, and I feel like I’m going to suffocate, but it’s worth it to know that I can bring him to his knees like this.

“Ainsley, you’re fucking incredible,” he cries out as he reaches the end of his orgasm. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of me, and I can finally pull in a deep breath.

As I look up to see his approval, I find him looking down at me with complete adoration. It’s better than any praise or approval he can give me, and I know that’s wrong. I shouldn’t want him to adore me.

But I can’t help how I feel about it. The look he’s giving me sends butterflies erupting through my stomach, almost making me forget the painful ache between my thighs.

“Come here, little one,” he breathes, and he gestures for me to stand up. I do, standing up to my full height and looking straight at his bare chest. His finger fits under my chin and lifts it, pulling my head up so our eyes can meet. Before I can even take a breath, his lips are on mine in a sweet, gentle kiss.

I lift up on my toes, wanting more, but he pulls away with a chuckle. Heat shoots straight to my core, begging me for a release.

“I want to come,” I tell him boldly. After doing such a good job and working for his pleasure, I think I’ve earned this.

“Say my name,” the monster instructs, a challenge rising in his eyes. He knows I’m not going to, but he’s holding onto his threat.

“No,” I answer. He’s not surprised, but he does back away and pulls his pants back up. “You said I would be rewarded.”

“And you will be,” he assures me. “But I wasn’t offering to make you come as a reward, unless you’ve changed your mind and decided to say my name.”

“I haven’t, and I won’t,” I tell him with as much defiance as I can muster, jutting out my chin to show him I’m standing my ground.

He chuckles, not affected by my attitude in the slightest. He expected it, and that only irritates me more.

“Don’t worry, little one, I have ways to make you give in. Much like I just did,” he points out. I almost feel embarrassed at how easily I just gave into him, sucking his cock with nothing more than a promise to be rewarded. I didn’t even ask what the reward was before I gave in.

“You think you can keep me from coming? The drawer of your nightstand is full of toys I can use, and I’m more than happy to use my own fingers,” I remind him. Does he really think I’m not willing to do it by myself? He’s seen me do it more than once, he should know better by now.

“You think I’m going to leave you alone long enough to give you that chance?” he asks, clearly amused now. My attitude deflates as I realize this isn’t an argument I’m going to win.

If I don’t get to come, how is he planning to reward me? He’s already agreed to a dinner at Ethan’s, and I know he isn’t going to release me until the end of the week.

“Would you like your reward, or are you going to keep fighting with me?”

Do I even care anymore? Not really, but I feel like I’ve earned it at this point. I nod my head, but make sure he can see that my anger with him isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Stepping around me, he grabs his phone off the coffee table and closes out of the video. He dials a number, and he puts the phone to his ear, keeping me from hearing the voice on the other end.

“Come to the living room,” he instructs through the phone. It’s the only thing he says before he hangs up the phone, and I’m left waiting to see who he was talking to. “It’s time for you to meet my head of security.”

Seriously? “That’s my reward?” Now I’m angry. Beyond furious. No way did I just shove his cock down my throat all for the big reward of meeting his head of security.

The front door opens and closes, and I actually consider storming out of the room to show the monster just how angry I am. The words that come from the opening of the living room stop me in my tracks as I start to turn my back to the monster.

“Little bird.”

The heavily accented voice has me whirling around, not believing what I’m actually hearing. There’s no way.

His blonde hair is now cut shorter, no longer tied back into a bun, and the grin on his face is something I rarely saw from him. But, there’s no mistaking the large man in front of me.

“Jonah,” I squeal. I push past the monster, no longer angry with him, or caring about his presence for that matter. As I run to Jonah, I launch myself into his arms, and he catches me as he squeezes me tight.

“Little bird, it’s so good to finally see you safe,” he tells me. Tears fill my eyes at the realization that he’s actually here, hugging me and talking to me.

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