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“Going to burn this view into my brain. You’re gorgeous.” I grip her tighter. “Your ass is glowing, and you’re so wet that it’s running down your thighs. I’ve made a mess of you. I can’t wait for you to sit on my face and grind your pretty clit against my lips while I lick you clean.”

“Reed,” she begs. “I need—I don’t—”

“I have what you need. Iamwhat you need. You don’t need to decide a goddamn thing. You just have to take it.” I swat her twice more, harder this time, but her moan tells me it was the right move. “Take it,baby.”

Petra nods against the comforter, and her submission is complete and intoxicating. Pleasure sweeps through me like an orgasm when she moans. “Yes, sir. Please.”

She cries out when I leave her empty and wanting. I slide off the end of the bed and drop to my knees. I grip her thighs, pulling her backward, and don’t give her any time to adjust before I suck her clit into my mouth.

She’s chanting softly again, higher pitched than before. “Reed, oh!Fuck.”

“Pet.” I grip her hips and pull her more firmly against my mouth. “This is only the beginning.”

Her toes curl against my sides, and her squeal is the loudest she’s ever given me. I soothe her shaking thighs with my hands and flick my tongue against her. Her words dissolve as I pull out every trick I’ve got.

I’m riding a new kind of high. The need to possess her from the inside out shoves my rational brain off a cliff. I’m drowning in power, in pleasure, in an insatiable hunger. Need her to think of me, and only me, when she touches herself. Need her to take everything I give her and ask for more. I need her to ask for me—Reed—the way she always does.

I devour her as she rocks her hips against me. When Petra is there, on the very edge, I land a broad slap right on her gorgeous pussy, soothe the sting with my mouth, and she comes.

She shakes, locking her ankles behind my back as she tightens and releases. When I wring out the last of it, I push down on her hips, sliding her forward so she can lay flat across the bed.

Petra is still trembling when I climb up next to her, smoothing my hands over her damp shoulders. My heart drums in my ears, urging me on. Faster. Relentless. I need her mouth, her hand, or this view of her stunning ass that I’m going to paint.

I reach under my waistband, seeking relief, when I notice her bound wrists are hidden under her chest.

Stupid, stupid, Reed.I didn’t give her any warning—or a safe word—didn’t test my knots to see if they were too tight, didn’t check in with her during the scene. I threw her in the deep end and asked her to swim. I took it too far, too fast. Likealwayswith her.

It breaks the spell, and I blink out of the haze. “Petra? You okay? Turn over and I’ll untie you.”

“I’m fine,” she gets out. “I’m beyond fine.Holy shit, Reed.”

“Are your hands tingling?” I’m worried for more than that. I was too rough with her. Again.

She shakes her head and lets out a disbelieving laugh. “No. Just give me a second. For the record, though, that was longer than two minutes. And you’re an awful switch.”

Chapter twenty-nine

Reed

If she needs asecond, I’ll give her a thousand. I unhook her bra from where it’s twisted around her waist and work out the knots in her back. She’s not used to holding that position, and she’ll undoubtedly be sore tomorrow.

“You didn’t call time on me,” I tease, soothing the sting from my serious lapse in reasoning. I was invincible, on top of the world in a way I’d never truly appreciated. Now that I know what it’s like to have my sexual identity stripped from me, her obedience is even more exhilarating. But Petra’s got her own scars and trauma, and I need to help her work through this to keep her afloat. “God, Pet, having you surrender to me? Talk about a fantasy I didn’t know I needed. How’s your ass?”

She wiggles, testing it, and I want to take a bite. “It’s fine. It didn’t hurt more than in the second it happened. Even then, it didn’thurt-hurt. Does that make sense?” She turns her head to blink up at me. “I’m sober-drunk.”

I lay down beside her, nuzzling her cheek, kissing her softly. It’s the first of a hundred apologies I’ll make for thoroughly losing myself in her. “I’m sober-drunk around you every minute. What rational thinking? What self-control? I have neither when I’m with you. I didn’t even ask for your safe word, baby.”

“I would’ve used Bambi.Bambi,” she chuckles, and then her whole body shakes with them.

It’s an almost-silent laughter that goes hand in hand with her in these vulnerable moments. She’s actively working through hercoping mechanism, though, even when she buries her face in her hands and laughs.

“Jesus, Reed. That was the opposite of me taking responsibility.”

My smile slides off my face, and I rub a gentle hand down her spine, determined to give her some level of aftercare. “I know. I’m sorry, Pet. Do you regret it?”

“No,” she giggles into the mattress.

When she lifts her face again, she’s blushing. Beautiful. Vibrant.

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