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A frustrated grunt buzzes in my throat as I rock my hips back and forth. “What did I tell you at the club, my little slave?” he murmurs in my ear. “All your orgasms belong to me. Even Grecian ones.”

CHAPTER 13

DEVIN

I grin down at my spitfire little omega. Her eyes blaze as she strains against me, desperate for that O hovering just out of reach. At least for now she’s not stuck in her head.

It’s been agonizing trying to interact with her on this trip, only to be shut out. I wish she’d just tell me what her worries are. There’s no doubt we can puzzle through them together.

As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing so insurmountable that we can’t make it work. True, the marriage is only mandatory for six months, but I’m not looking at things in the short term. When I said I do to this little omega, I meant until death separate us.

Hopefully, she takes our vows just as seriously. I’d hate to find out at the end of six months I was the only one giving it an honest try. Sliding my free hand around the back of her neck and up into her hair, I grip the strands by the roots and tip her head back.

Already her eyes take on a slightly hazy sheen as I control her, manipulate her. She’s made it very clear with her wordsthat she’s not into this kinky stuff, but her body says otherwise. Perhaps that’s what the gulf is between us?

“Talk to me, baby,” I whisper against her lips. “Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

She hesitates for a moment, pulling back as she blinks up at me. At first, I think the spell is shattered between us, but soon, she snuggles back in, using her body to tempt me to give her what she wants.

“I want to come,” she murmurs, her face taking on that adorable blush of hers.

“Oh, I know that. It’s very clear to me how badly you want to orgasm on my fingers. I’ll tell you what. How about we play a little game? When I get you into that cable car, I’ll spread you open on my lap and tease that desperate little clit of yours. If you can come in the four minutes it takes to get to the bottom, you can have me do whatever you want to your body when we get to the hotel.”

Her breaths come in delicate little pants as her eyes dilate just a touch more. “And if I can’t?”

My lips curve up into a wicked slash. “We get to do whatever I want.”

“Kinky stuff?”

“Fuck yeah, kinky stuff,” I growl. Before she can respond, I capture her lips with mine, shoving her hard against the stone.

Her soft whimpers as she claws at my chest go straight to my balls, tightening them to the point of pain. Pinpricks of pleasure stab through me as I grind against her hip, desperate for a little relief of my own.

Honestly, in this game, even if she wins, I’m not going to lose. It would be nice to hear from her own lips what she wants. And if she loses? Well, I will have more than enoughfun tying her down to the bed and making her beg for her release.

Wrenching myself away, I help her straighten her dress, my cock pulsing as I know I’m going to mess the pretty fabric up very soon. She gives me a shy smile as she steps away, presumably to put some space between us. I don’t allow it.

With a soft growl, I wrap my arm around her waist, the possessive feelings surging through me as I lead her to the cable cars. People stand in line around us, shuffling back and forth as they wait for a free car.

It will ruin my plans to have to share a space with anyone. Sliding over to the man helping people on, I slip him some money, making it very clear my new bride gets anxious around strangers. It’s a lie, but certainly for a good cause.

When it’s our turn, Jessica turns beet red and refuses to look at me. Off to the side, others give knowing glances as they hide their smiles behind their hands. A chuckle rumbles in my chest as I hold my hand out, assisting her into the cab.

The moment it takes off, I haul her onto my lap and pull up the edge of her dress as my knees spread her thighs wide. She tries to hide her face as I expose her, but I won’t let her get away that easily.

“Look out at the beautiful scenery while I stroke this pretty little pussy,” I purr, wrapping my arm around her waist so she can’t get away. “You’ve got four minutes, little slave. Are you going to come for me?” With a flick of my fingers, I turn the vibrator up so it undulates against her sensitive inner walls.

“Y- yes, Master,” she cries out as my fingertips glide along her slickened clit. “I’m going to try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

Our breaths come in rapid gasps, one in opposition to the other. Her body bows and twists as soft moans and cries pepper the air. We’re so close to the end, and so is she. But still, she doesn’t come.

Her thighs quiver around my legs as she rocks back and forth. I keep my rhythm steady, insistent, and relentless. “We’re almost there, love. How about you?”

“Close,” she cries out. Her body tensing. “So close.”

“What do you need?”

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