Page 75 of Darkest Retribution

“Yes.” The way she says it is so needy and desperate I almost give her what she wants.

Almost.

I step forward, catching the clear liquid in between my fingers. I’m careful not to touch her as I pull away, lifting my fingers to her mouth. “Open.”

She obeys without a thought, her tongue darting out and brushing over my fingers as I put them in her mouth. Her lips close, and she sucks herself off of them with a moan.

“Good girl.”

She whimpers. Her eyes flit upward, meeting mine, as I push my fingers deeper into her mouth. She takes it well, even when I make her gag. More tears well up in her eyes, and she gasps in a breath when I pull my fingers out.

I trace a saliva-coated finger down the center of her chest, dipping in between the valley of her breasts. “This dress drove me crazy at Rosie’s birthday party.” Then I take her hand. “Come.”

I lead her upstairs, soaking in the feeling of her hand in mine. In my bedroom, I bring her to the edge of the bed. Her gaze snags on the ropes that are already laid out on the blankets.

“Arms behind you.”

She obeys immediately, her posture erect. I guide her arms so they’re bent at the elbows, her forearms touching, before securing them with rope.

“Does that feel all right?”

She nods.

“Good. Now bend over the bed.”

As she does, I notice a slight tremor in her hands.

“You’re still okay?”

“I’ll tell you if I’m not,” she says softly. “I promise.”

“I won’t be upset if you need a break. Or if you need to stop entirely.”

With her bent over like this, her ass is up in the air, and I can see just how soaked she is. My mouth waters at the sight. I want to taste her, but I’ll get to that later. For now, I squeeze her cheeks, smiling at the way she moans from my touch.

My hands move from her ass to her sides and then to her stomach. I pull her up so her back is pressed to my front, her arms trapped in between our bodies. At a snail’s pace, I creep my hands farther up, over her ribcage to underneath her breasts.

Jade’s breaths are coming in tiny, impatient pants. Her ass grinds against my dick, and I stop.

“No,” she moans.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

She shakes her head.

“Don’t do it again unless I tell you to. Understood?”

“Yes,” she whispers. Her head falls back, resting against my shoulder, as she heaves in a deep breath.

I continue the upward journey of my hands, sliding against her skin until I’m cupping her breasts. She arches her back, a guttural sound escaping her throat.

I massage her breasts, groaning at how soft they are. When I finally take her nipples in between my thumbs and forefingers, twisting gently, she whimpers.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” she chokes out. “Dominic, please—ahhh.” Her knees give out when I simultaneously suck on her neck and pinch her nipples gently.

I help her onto the bed, getting her to lie flat on her stomach, her head turned toward me. I lie on my side next to her, propping myself up on my elbow. With my free hand, I run my fingers up and down her spine.

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