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He lookedat her for what felt like a long time, skimming her face, her bound breasts, the knot at her navel, the rope disappearing between her legs. The longer he stared, the hotter — the wetter — she got, until she was nearly whimpering with need, her body aching andswollen.

Finally he knelt at the foot of the bed. He used his hands to press her thighs open wider, and she had to force herself not to object. She couldn’t remember ever being so on display for a man, not even with Peter in college when they’d been young. They’d fancied themselves bold and passion-filled, but even their most passionate sex had held only a fraction of the tension, the vulnerability, of her night so far with JackMorgan.

And he hadn’t done more than kiss her, touch the rope he’d tied to her body, skim her hips with hishands.

“You’re exquisite,” he said, gazing reverently at her pussy, spread andexposed.

She started to bring her knees together, the urge to cover herself instinctual, but he used his hands to hold her legsapart.

“Nothing is more sacred than beauty, Nina. It’s a sacrilege to hide it.” His smile was faint. “Unless you’d like to say stop, in which case I can take youhome.”

There was nothing she wanted less than to go home. Than to leave this bed, this man who held her in histhrall.

“No.”

He nodded. “Good.”

He leaned over her body and lowered his face to her neck. She wanted him to kiss her, wanted to feel his mouth on her. Instead he skimmed her body with his face as if he were smelling her, his nose brushing against her chest, down the valley between her breasts, alongside the rope tracking a path down herstomach.

She was desperate for some kind of touch, her body primed, amped, for any kind of direct stimulation. He lingered over the mound between her legs, and her hips came off the bed of their own volition, her body seeking the relief it craved, oblivious to pride ordecorum.

“Please…” shewhimpered.

He positioned himself between her legs. “Beg all you like, darling. I’ll give you what I want to give you when I want to give it to you. You’ll accept it or you’ll get nothing atall.”

The words should have enraged her feminist sensibilities. Instead she felt a fresh wave of moisture rush to her pussy. She was vaguely aware that he’d used a term of endearment for the first time, that there was something like affection in his voice, but she was too lost to analyze any ofit.

She had only one mission now, and that was tocome.

She waited for his fingers, for some kind of foreplay to lead into his mouth on her. She was still waiting when his tongue slid through her folds, his lips clamping down on her engorgedclit.

She moaned, her legs falling further open as he sucked, coaxing the already-swollen bud into a throbbing, aching bundle ofnerves.

She was already close to coming, her arousal only heightened by the fact that he kept his hands off her, his mouth the one point of erotic contact, her channel empty and begging for his shaft — his fingers, anything — to fillit.

Her hips moved with the rhythm of his sucking until he stilled them with his hands. The limitation only heightened her excitement, and she let herself sink into it, stopped fighting the fact that he was in control, that he owned her body, that she was at hismercy.

The orgasm was more powerful because of her surrender. She didn’t fight it as it built in her stomach, didn’t have to reach for it as it blossomed inside her, wracking her body with wave after wave of contractions, washing over her like an endless set of waves crashingashore.

“Oh my god… Jack… I can’tstop…”

She heard her voice — guttural and foreign — as if from afar. There was nothing in her world but pleasure — nothing but Jack’s hot tongue lapping at her clit and her body convulsing, releasing months — years — of tension and fear and shame andrestraint.

Her body had barely stopped shuddering when she looked up to see him positioned between her thighs, rolling a condom over his engorged crown, down his thickshaft.

He leaned over and captured her lips in his, devouring her with a hunger that took her breath away, his tongue pillaging her mouth, the salty taste of her own sex earthy and dirty andsensual.

He broke away, kissing the corners of her lips as he spoke. “Do you see how good your pussy tastes, Nina? How delicious itis?”

“Yes.” She could barely get the words out, her mouth seeking his, perversely wanting more of the taste of her sex mixed with his saliva, his ownhunger.

She was breathless when he pulled away, his cock jutting between her thighs. He reached down and slid the rope aside, the tension causing it to pull against her perineum, sending another shot of raw desire through her body just before he plunged intoher.

She closed her eyes, didn’t recognize her own voice as she screamed into theroom.

“Look at me fucking you,” Jackordered.

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