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Melinda’s body tightened. The cuffs hurt her wrists, but the pain paled in comparison to the confusion of the moment. He’d kissed her. Not merely brushed a peck on her cheek, but really, truly kissed her.

His promise shook her with the need to believe him.

“Open for me, Melinda,” he said again shoving his knee between her legs.

She took a small step out with her left foot. Being lifted to her toes made it impossible to go any farther with it, but Erik didn’t care about impossible. He only cared about what he’d told her to do.

“I…this is as far as I can go,” she said.

His hands, large and worn from work she couldn’t define, roamed over her skin. Rough sensations mingled with gentle touches as he made his way down her body, pressing kisses to her torso and belly as he sank to his knees.

He picked up her left leg and ran his tongue from her knee to her thigh. Internal shockwaves ran through her, each new spark ignited by his next touch. She fisted her hands, ignoring the burn of her shoulders, and focused on the sweet torture of his tongue.

Erik draped her leg over his shoulder and leaned closer to her sex, inhaling deeply.

“So sweet,” he muttered. A finger trailed up through her folds. “And wet. So fucking drenched.” He kicked up a smile. Her cheeks heated. “Do you like being tied up and helpless for me?”

Now that the danger had dissipated, now that she knew he hadn’t dragged her to this horror room in order to hurt her, she wasn’t sure how she felt. Only that there was an ache where his fingers had left her.

“Melinda,” he warned, “if you can’t answer me, maybe I should take you down from there and use your mouth for something better. A hard face fucking might get your words to come back to you.”

A tingle shot straight from her ears to her clit; the alarm sounded.

His chuckle reverberated along her skin. “You like that, don’t you, my sweet girl?”

She closed her eyes and tilted her face toward the ceiling. Fuck, she really did. Her responses were all backward. But what else did she expect when her entire world had been turned upside down?

“Don’t worry, you’ll get everything you like.” He nipped her thigh. “When you’re a good girl.”

His tongue swept across her skin, right above her clit. “Tell me what happens to bad girls, Melinda.” His teeth sank into her flesh, giving her a jolt.

He wanted an answer, but her mind had already elevated. Another bite, harder this time, dragging her out of her aroused haze.

She opened her eyes, seeking him out. “You’ll spank me again.” The words climbed into each other, and she spat them out quickly when he bared his teeth, as if ready to take another bite.

“Hmm, that’s right. But it won’t be a little hand spanking like before.” His fingers spread her pussy lips open, displaying her clit to him.

“I think you liked it too much. No, next time you’ll have worse than a spanking.” The tip of his tongue flicked over her clit, knocking the breath from every inch of her lungs.

“Maybe I’ll keep you on the edge of orgasm all night.” A long swipe up through her lips, stopping short of her clit. Her hands fisted; she needed tension in her body.

“Or maybe, I’ll overdose you on orgasms. Five, six, maybe more?” His mouth closed over her clit, and he suckled while his tongue lapped and dance over the sweet treacherous bundle of nerves.

She moaned, sinking her body lower, needing to get closer to him.

“All of this appeals to you. Me playing with you while you remain helpless to stop me. You’re under my control now, Melinda. And I think you fucking love it,” he muttered while tracing her entrance with his fingertip. “I think you want a solid fucking. I should leave you dangling for an orgasm that will never come. Why should I do that?”

His hot, wet tongue lavished pleasure over her clit, flicking and prodding it until she was near crying with pleasure. She arched her hips toward his mouth.

“Tell me, Melinda, why wouldn’t you get to come?” He thrust his fingers into her pussy while increasing the pressure on her clit.

She cried out. Air stuck in her throat, and another sound, guttural and animal bolted from her mouth.

“Bad girls don’t get to come!” The words burst from her, matching the intensity of his pumping in and out of her.

“Very good, sweet girl. Very good.” His fingers picked up speed, curling slightly, catapulting her into a downward spiral.

Standing on only one foot, on her toes, made her leg shake. Or maybe it was the practiced way he strummed her body. He slipped another finger in, stretching her, filling her.

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