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I half expect her to come closer now, to touch me even, to seek my proximity like she did a few days ago. But she doesn’t. She just stands there, her hands still neatly folded and a demure smile on her face.

Waiting for a command.

“Undress.”

A subtle nod, and she begins to peel herself out of the clothes I bought for her. They fit perfectly, filling me with pride as I see her move around in them with such comfort, as if she had picked them out herself.

She proceeds shyly, her eyes flitting away as she drops item after item.

“Look at me.”

She complies immediately, her lashes batting as she catches my gaze while unhooking her bra at the back. I have seen her naked so many times, but the sight never gets old. Her nipples pebble without being touched, tense with the same anticipation that makes her lips quiver.

“On your knees.”

Her eyes remain on mine as she follows my order, slowly sinking down on her knees, completely naked while I’m still fully dressed. Confusion flutters across her face when I take a few steps back, increasing the distance between us instead of coming closer to her.

“You come to me,” I answer the unspoken question. “Crawl on all fours. And keep looking at me.”

Humiliation is a tricky thing. It can break a person’s mood within an instant, turning a switch from hot and bothered to clenched and shielded in moments—when measured out carelessly. Riley is responsive to such acts, but only in small doses, and only when her mind is in the right place.

She leans forward, her palms connecting with the floor while her gaze remains locked onto mine. I notice the way she hollows her back for my sake when she begins crawling toward me. Her slim hips sway seductively with every move, a sight that makes me grow hard within seconds.

She stops right before me, sitting back on her heels with her hands placed in her lap as she looks up at me beneath her fluttering lashes.

“Get it out, blow me,” I go on, not moving an inch while I study her from above.

The pause she adds before she proceeds only fuels my desire. She moves slowly, her hands traveling up the sides of my legs as she gets up on her knees. Moving to my core, her left hand caresses the hardness between my legs seemingly by coincidence while she opens my zipper with the other.

I don’t even try to suppress the deep groan that is produced deep within my chest when she takes me out, closing her little fingers around my girth while she leans forward and parts her lips. Slowly, with a languish that’s almost agonizing, she wraps her lips around my tip, teasing me with her tongue as she gradually moves forward, swallowing me until the tip of my cock is pushed against the back of her throat.

“Deeper,” I urge.

Instead of obeying, she retreats about an inch or two, taking a deep breath before she lunges forward, choking on my length as she forces herself to take me all in until her lips meet my pelvis.

The feeling is ineffable and filling me with impure lust—but none of that matters compared to the sight of her. Those smart eyes looking up at me, the allure and danger behind them, never really letting me in while flickering with a deep understanding that makes my blood boil and my chest tighten with a hint of apprehension.

Riley is as delicious as she is dangerous.

And that’s exactly what makes her so irresistible to me.

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