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There’s an odd sound. Something metallic, and I don’t realize what it is until he tightens one of the cuffs around my wrist, using my shirt as a protective barrier. My body goes momentarily rigid, and I remind myself how different things are.

Breathe.

He must be a mind reader because he gently strokes his thumb across my bottom lip and asks, “This okay?”

My lungs feel tight and my heart races, leaving me speechless, so I nod, and he loops the cuffs around the headboard and secures the other to my wrist. They’re tight and bite into my skin, but the cushion of my shirt means they don’t hurt. I pull against them, loving the pressure.

He groans above me as if it’s killing him to go so slowly, but he works slow, kissing a trail down my throat, across my chest, stopping just before he reaches the place that I’m so desperate for attention.

“Open your legs wider,” he commands as he drags my panties off, and I oblige, pressing my heels into the mattress and slowly spreading my legs apart. There’s a beat of silence before he swipes a finger over my clit and pushes it inside of me. All too soon, he withdraws, and a second later, he hums a satisfied sound. “You’re a meal I’ll never tire of; so fucking sweet.”

I picture him sucking his finger into his mouth, suddenly hating that I can’t see him.

“Adrian, I want to see you.” My voice is beyond needy.

There’s more rustling, and he presses something to me. It’s soft and synthetic, and before I can be disappointed it’s not his mouth or his cock, he says, “Don’t move. Don’t come.”

Oh god.

The low hum of the toy fills the room, and the sensation is similar to that of the other toy he’s used, but this feels like it has a larger opening, and it pulls me in more with pulses of suction. My back arches, and I let out a strangled cry. He pulls the toy away, and I whimper.

“I said not to move,” he growls. “Are you going to be a good girl and listen, or should I stop now?” I frantically nod. “Yes, what, Lex? Say it.”

“I’ll be a good girl.”

He hums in approval and returns the toy. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s somehow better, more intense, than the other toy. The sensation radiates deep into my clit, and if this man expects me to stay still under these conditions, he’s out of his damn mind. The sensation is so overwhelming, and I squirm, feeling heat coiling low in my stomach. My muscles feel tight, and the intensity stuns me still.

Adrian takes that as his cue to pull the toy away, and I sag into the bed.

“Fuck, please!” I cry out.

He chuckles again, and as my near orgasm fades, he presses the toy back into me. This time, he presses a little harder, and the sensation is insane. It feels so good that it fucking hurts, and a high-pitched noise crawls out of my mouth. My skin is on fire, and I start to sweat.

God, I’m so close.

My body wants to go still as I barrel toward the edge of the cliff I’m dying to plunge over, but I force myself to keep mymovements consistent. I’m almost there when my brain disconnects from my mouth, and my needy sounds dissipate. All I can do is breathe, and Adrian rips the toy away just as I feel that first pulse.

“No!”

Have you ever been so close to coming that you want to cry when it doesn’t happen? I have, and it’s right now.

Adrian swipes his fingers over my pussy. “You’re not listening, but you are absolutely fucking soaked.” His tongue makes contact, sweeping across my opening before he thrusts it inside, tasting me. He shifts, standing off the bed. I hear him undo his belt and remove his clothes. The pressure inside me feels volcanic. Like I could erupt at any second.

This time, when he returns to his position between my spread legs, I can feel his skin. It’s somehow hotter than mine. I angle my hips toward him, presenting myself to him, and he circles his thumb over my hypersensitive bundle of nerves. I feel swollen, like every ounce of blood is rushing to the areas where his skin touches mine. He adjusts his stance. His thighs press into the backs of my legs, pushing them further apart, putting me on display for him.

I want to see him.

I want to feel him inside of me.

When he presses the toy back onto me, increasing the pressure, I want to scream. My entire body trembles, begging him for release. Without removing the toy, he leans forward, leaning down so his face is close to mine.

“Say it,” he whispers.

“Please,” I beg without hesitation.

“Nope, not that.”

“Please, make me come.”

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