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I hesitated, wanting to say something smart mouthed like I could do that alone, but I was eager to show him I could play his game well. I cupped my heavy breasts, pinching my nipples,making them harder as I rolled them between my fingers until my breath came faster. I’d done this with Max once but it had felt a bit forced, and Max had pounced on me within a few seconds, not able to wait.

But Adam was different. His gaze devoured. I felt his iron-willed control and the buzzing pleasure of allowing myself to arouse him while I aroused myself. My eyes half closed as I enjoyed the hum of my body beginning to vibrate.

“What a good girl you can be when you want.”

I hated the thrill of his compliment; the surge of rightness at his warm, approving tone. Still, I didn’t comment, keeping my mouth shut like he wanted.

“Touch yourself under the panties with one hand. Very lightly. Put the other hand back to the headboard.” Arrogance radiated around him. “Then you’re going to show me how wet you are.”

My cheeks burned at the dirty command. But immediately, I felt a rush of liquid warmth between my thighs and knew I wanted to do exactly what he said. I reached up and held on to the wood behind with my left hand. Trying not to whimper from shame, I slid my right hand down my belly and hooked my fingers under the elastic. Gritting my teeth, I skated my fingertips lightly over my mound, avoiding my clit, and gathered the moisture there. My pussy throbbed with demand, and it was torture not to give myself more. All the while, Adam watched with that hot, hungry stare, as if it was his hand between my legs.

“Show me your fingers, Landon.”

I immediately snatched my hand from my panties and held it up. The scent of my arousal drifted in the air. I felt the slippery wetness on my fingers.

“You are perfect. My perfect, sweet, little slut, ready to do my bidding. Aren’t you?”

I was practically panting, but couldn’t help snarking back. My left hand released my grip to taunt him. “I thought I wasn’t able to talk.”

Was that a flash of pride in those dark eyes or just a trick of the light? His face registered nothing but I felt as if my comment amused him and he was indulging me. And then he moved like a flash.

Two quick stings on my inner thighs made me yelp. My legs slammed together in protection. “What the hell was that!”

He frowned, pulling my thighs wide again. “I said you’d be punished if you broke the rules.” The short silence vibrated with undertones. “Do you want to continue, Landon?”

I watched him with wide eyes and realized he was allowing me to tap out. My brain settled and I realized he hadn’t really hurt me. In fact, the quick slaps had only sensitized me, and ratcheted up my need to come. What the hell was happening to me?

And what else had I been missing out on?

“No. I don’t want to stop.”

“Hands back.”

I returned my grip to the headboard, glaring at him but remaining silent.

He took in my position and gently caressed the flight flush of skin on my inner thighs, stroking me while he murmured soothing words. I gasped and arched up, desperate for him to touch me where I wanted it most. The sick bastard refused, playing me like his damn guitar as he caressed my knees, then drew back to cross his arms in front of his chest. My skin felt too tight stretched over my bones and I was restless on the bed, finding it hard to remain still. He seemed to take in my reaction with satisfaction.

“I don’t think I’d ever get tired of looking at you like this. All laid out for me. Waiting on my command. And I know how bad you want to come, don’t you?”

I refused to answer, keeping to the rules.

His lower lip quirked. “Let’s change the game up, shall we?”

Oh, God.

I don’t know if I’d survive Adam tonight.

Or myself.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Landon

Listen to Beneath Your Beautiful

by Labyrinth

Adam kicked off his shoes. “I’ll let you have what you want as long as you ask very, very nicely.”

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