Page 27 of Billionaire's Matchmaker

He dropped the gold studs near her head. The design—an owl, framed in leaves—caught her eye for a moment. The bird’s emerald eyes flared. “Stay in position and continue to stimulate your breasts and nipples.”

His raised eyebrows indicated he was waiting for her affirmative response. Since her mouth was dry, her words were barely audible. “Yes, Rafe.” With him watching, her nipples were more responsive than ever, and her pussy dampened again.

“The scent of you is filling the room.”

She was too turned on to care.

He moistened his thumb and pressed it against her clit. It was still swollen from her spanks and from his brutal slap. In seconds, she was on the verge of an orgasm. Instead of continuing to toy with her, he slid two fingers deep inside her.

Her body weakened, and she dropped her rear to the table.

“Back into position. Concentrate on staying there.”

This time he didn’t help her, and she struggled to lift herself as she continued to pinch, then release her nipples. The orgasm he wouldn’t permit took on a need of its own. In desperation, she moved her hips.

“I’ll make you wait even longer if you don’t heed my wishes.”

Damn him.

He slid in and out, finger-fucking her, obliterating all thought.

“Hope,” he snapped.

She was undone, unable to think or act.

He pulled out his fingers, and she whimpered.

“Do as you’re told.”

“You are a sadist.”

“You’re enjoying it,” he countered. “By your definition that would make you at least a little bit masochistic.”

“No! I hate this. I want to come.”

“Breathe through it. The worst part will pass.”

Dear heavens above, why had she ever mentioned orgasm denial?

Rafe gave her a few seconds longer to recover before gripping her ankles. He held them in place, offering some leverage. “Now back into position.”

Since she couldn’t escape and—thank God—he wasn’t touching her most sensual places, she exhaled a shuddering breath and somehow found the emotional and physical strength to force her hips off the table again.

“You’ve got the most gorgeous pussy.” He reinserted his finger and crooked it to find her G-spot.

Her legs quivered. “Rafe!”

“You can endure this.”

“No. No, no, no, no. No…no, I can’t.” Sweat slickened her body.

He moved away, and her overheated body chilled. The moment she recovered, he flattened her clit with his thumb and pushed a finger inside her. Then he took her arousal and used it as lube to press against her anus.

That was something she’d always worked up to with men, but with him it was logical. He seemed to have no sexual hang-ups, and because of that, she didn’t protest.

He worked his finger back and forth until it was seated in her ass.

Then with his other hand, he tormented her already abused pussy. A million sensations zinged through her. No man had ever brought her to this state.

“Tug on your nipples. I want them stretched out.”

She did, whimpering from the pain and tossing her head back and forth, desperate to escape the torture, and trying to hold the orgasm at bay.

When the edges unraveled, her vision blurring, he blazed her pussy with a slap that shattered the silence. She screamed as she came.

Hope wasn’t aware of him moving, but her buttocks collapsed against the table. Her ass burned and her pussy ached, and he swallowed her cries with a burning kiss that turned her inside out.

He trapped her hands, crushing her breasts against him. Rafe consumed her.

She wasn’t sure how long she lost sight of reality, but when she was able to breathe, he was cradling the side of her face with one of his hands.

He was smiling when he said, “You came without permission.”

She scowled. “Someone didn’t give me a choice, Sir.”

“It doesn’t mean the lapse won’t be punished.”

“Oh my God.” She struggled up onto her elbows. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am. Lapses mean correction, and you’re going to get a well-deserved spanking.” His statement was blunt, but there was tenderness in his eyes.

The disconnect between that and what they’d done perplexed her. “Is it always like this?”

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