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I play with her like this for several more minutes, building her up and backing off, tightening the lights at her throat in carefully timed intervals. She's begging continuously now, a stream of pleas and curses and my name—though she doesn't know it's my name yet.
The lights glow brighter against her flushed skin. She's covered in them—wrists, chest, throat, thighs—lit up like a Christmas tree, exactly as I'd imagined.
"Look at me," I command, lifting my head from between her legs.
Her eyes flutter open, glazed and unfocused. When they find mine, I see everything I need to see—submission, trust, desperate hunger.
"You want to come?" I ask.
"Yes." There are tears in her eyes. "Yes, please, yes."
"Then ask me nicely."
"Please." The word breaks on a moan. "Please let me come. I'll do anything. Just please?—"
I cut off her begging by diving back in, sucking her clit hard while curling my fingers inside her and finding that perfect spot. At the same time, I tighten the lights at her throat—not restricting air, just creating that sensation of control.
She detonates.
Her orgasm hits her like a freight train, her whole body going rigid before convulsing in waves. I feel her pussy clamp down on my fingers, pulsing with each contraction. I gentle my touch but don't stop, working her through it, drawing out every last aftershock.
The lights flicker faster with her racing heart, creating a light show across her skin. She's incandescent, glowing with pleasure and firelight and those red and white bulbs wrapped around her curves.
Fucking perfect.
When the last tremor fades, I release the lights at her throat completely and press gentle kisses to her inner thighs while she comes down. Her chest heaves, breaths coming in ragged gasps, and I can see tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
Good tears. The kind that come from overwhelming pleasure.
I crawl up her body slowly, pressing kisses to her hip, her ribs, the underside of her breast. She's still shaking, still bound, still glowing with lights.
When I reach her face, I see her eyes are closed, her expression slack with satisfaction. I brush my thumb across her cheek, catching a tear.
"Open your eyes, sugarplum," I say softly. “Look at me.”
She does, slowly, and the look in them is dazed. Satisfied but still hungry.
Good. Because I'm nowhere near done with her.
I claim her mouth in a kiss that tastes like her arousal, and she responds immediately, kissing me back with renewed energy. When I pull away, she makes a sound of protest.
"I’m going to give you so much more, sugarplum," I murmur against her lips, my hand already reaching for the button on my pants.
Her eyes widen slightly as she realizes what's coming next, but there's no fear there anymore. Just anticipation and a hunger that matches my own.
She's ready. Finally, completely ready.
And I'm going to give her everything she's been craving.
CHAPTER 7
SERPAHINA
I'm still floating when I hear the sound of his zipper.
The orgasm left me boneless, my body humming with satisfaction even as the lights continue to hum against my skin. Every nerve ending feels raw,exposed, hyperaware of the slightest sensation. The silk sheets beneath me. The warmth from the fireplace. The lights wrapped around my body, glowing red and white in rhythm with my racing heart.
And him. Above me, watching me with dark eyes that bore into my soul.
