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Sophia

Foreplay.

He had to be kidding.

My mind whirled as I’d barely come down from my first non-self-administered orgasm.

Need and arousal continued to course throughout my system, and the ache deep inside my core seemed to have grown by leaps and bounds.

I hadn’t expected to enjoy this so much, and now I wasn’t sure if I could walk away from wanting to experience this over and over again.

But would he want to do this with me again?

Sophia, enjoy this one night before you jump too far ahead of yourself.

“Should I be scared?”

“Are you scared?”

Was I?

I shook my head. “No. For some reason, I feel safe with you.”

“I’m the worst thing that can happen to you, Only Sophia.”

His ominous words sent a shiver down my spine, but it also called to that defiant part of me to cross the lines that told me no, or you shouldn’t do it.

“I’ll take my chances.”

“You are a brat, Sophia Morelli.”

“I’ve been called so many worse things. Brat is tame by comparison.”

“Brat isn’t an insult.” Damon took hold of my wrists, bringing them down from the bar above my head, and rubbed the muscles from my shoulders to my hands. “It’s your temperament as a submissive.”

An irritation prickled in the back of my mind, and without a second thought, I responded with, “I’m not submissive.”

“I know, you’re exploring.” He made no attempt to hide the amusement in his tone. “Let’s explore your not-so-submissive side some more.”

He brought my hands down and then bound them with two straps. “I want you to hand over complete control. Whether you could let go or not. This scene, I control everything.”

“Can I lose the mask?”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to feel as if I’m with a stranger. I want to see your face.”

He trailed his fingers up my torso, making me shiver. Then I felt his breath glide over my lips.

“Did it feel like I was a stranger when I was fucking you with my mouth?” He pushed the blindfold and my lace mask from my face.

I kept my eyes closed, knowing it would take a few moments to let them adjust to the change in light. Then, slowly, I opened them and focused on Damon’s blazing green gaze.

“I knew it was you, but…” I trailed off, unsure how to phrase what I wanted to say.

“But?”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I answered, “I feel this intensity when I look into your eyes. I want to experience it during the scene.”

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