Page 51 of Dmitri

It’s like that, huh? Okay. I’ll play. “Would you like to be tied down first?”

She glances around the room. “Yes. Maybe.”

“Get on the bed for me.”

Daelyn crawls onto it, giving me a spectacular view of her ass in that short dress, and lies on the pillow like she’s about to have a pelvic examination. It’s hard to keep my laughter buried and the only reason I haven’t cracked up yet is because she’s truly nervous and that’s not funny. “If at any point you want out of the restraints, just say the word. Donothesitate. Understand me?”

She nods, biting her lip again.

“And if you get confused or feel uneasy, use your safe word, Firefly. The scene ends and we can discuss what worked and what didn’t, so you’re most comfortable with what we’re getting into. Understand?”

She nods again.

“Words, Firefly. Use your words.”

“Say Crocodile and you stop.”

“And?”

“We discuss and regroup.”

“Good girl.” I kiss her forehead before lifting her right arm up and cuffing her wrist to the built-in restraints on the headboard.

Her breath shudders out of her in a nervous rattle.

“Is that okay, or do you want me to release it?”

“Umm.” She looks up at her cuffed wrist. “This is good.”

“What do you do if it’s not good?”

“Say Crocodile.”

“Such a good fucking girl.” I kiss her throat column beforefastening her other wrist to the headboard and climb off the bed. Christ, it’s hot in here. Peeling off my suit jacket, I lay it across the footboard and roll my sleeves up.

Daelyn watches me like a hawk. “You’re still overdressed.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Are you going to use your dick, hand, or mouth on me?”

“None of the above.” I pull out a wand, testing the vibration settings. “You okay with this?”

Her cheeks flush. “Yes… King.”

Fuuuuck that sounded good coming from her pretty mouth.

Climbing onto the bed like a massive panther, I crawl towards her and lift her dress up over her hips. The black panties she’s in are already soaked. I can smell her arousal, which sends my dick into feral mode.

As badly as I want to fuck her brains out, I won’t. This is about getting Daelyn to open up to me. It’s about chipping away at her walls and eventually cracking her foundation, so I understand her better. That means my dick is staying hidden and my attention will remain solely on the beauty in my bed.

Hooking my fingers into the waistline of her panties, I slowly drag them down. “Goddamn, you smell good enough to eat.”

Her thighs quiver.

Just before I can press a kiss on her cunt, she slams her legs shut and, in a rush, blurts, “I lied to you.”

Chapter 13

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