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Speaking of agonizing… I might come from the sight before me.

“Does that feel good, Alessa?” I squeeze her hips, keeping her in my lap, her pussy forced to keep every inch of our mutual delight inside of her. Her long, drawn-out moan shakes me inside. “Do you want to come?”

She falls forward, hair landing against my face as her lips come for mine. Soft fingertips trace circles on my cheek. “Yes…” she says into my mouth.

We’re both still. I let a kiss linger on her lips.

“Too bad. If I don’t get to yet, then neither do you.” She groans in defeat, stiffening in my lap but not quite climaxing. “Yes, Alessa, I like it when you do that. I want you to inspire me. Make me feel like the most important thing in the world is giving you all of me.”

“How…” I’m dragging her back to reality, and she’s fighting me every step of the way. “How do I do that?”

“Make me feel like you can’t function without me fucking you.”

Her whimper is deafening. Does she even know that she’s pinching her nipple?

“You want me to, don’t you?”

“Yes, madam.”

“You’re thinking about it right now. You want to know what it feels like when a woman destroys you.”

She doesn’t say anything. Because she doesn’t have to.

“Off,” I command. “Off my lap. We’re doing what we originally came here to do.”

“What’s that, madam?”

“Training you to have the best sex possible.”

Chapter 18

Alessa

Training me.

I know what she means. Everything has been couched in gentler terms for me to digest, but she’s talking about some Dom/sub shit with a side of BDSM.

And I don’t care.

I’m drunk on her. She could push my face into her bed and do whatever she wanted with me right now. She could tie my hands behind my back and have me in any way she wants…

Thoughts that I should care infiltrate my mind. They’re not welcome. Since when did I expect anything else? Since when have I wanted anything else?

I see right through her. Julianna Marcon knows how to carefully choose her words and actions, even during sex. She’s seducing me. Again. I was angry at her, and now she’s going to fuck the anger out of me until I’m slobbering all over her lap.

Don’t I know that this is what everything’s been leading up to?

“Pick two, Alessa.” She helps me stay upright in front of the bed, her clothes slowly peeling off as she presses against me, firm and electric. I’m so ready that I can take on anything.

But I only want her, of course.

My eyes are drawn to two implements above the others. I languidly point to them, hoping she’ll do something.

Instead, she makes me bring the leather handcuffs to her.

So innocuous, right? Of course, I go for something as simple and easy as those. I assume she’s going to cuff my hands behind my back and straightforwardly take me. Yeah, right.

She’s going to make me get on all fours on her bed and keep my hands close together. She doesn’t even handcuff me to the headboard.

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