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Now if only disaster wasn’t looming in the distance.

Pushing the thought back, I refocused on the jewel before me.

I leaned forward and whispered to her, “I thought you were worried about someone seeing us through the windows. Or was that an act?”

“I wasn’t thinking about the windows when I came in here. Stop talking.” She turned her head to stare into my eyes. “I need more.”

Even bound and at my mercy, the defiance of this woman made no fucking sense. She was everything that I’d never found attractive in others. Except with her, I only wanted to gain that submission from the defiant brat she loved to play.

And that submission was oh so beautiful, full of tears, surrender, and abandoned pleasure.

“More, what?”

“I don’t care anymore. I need to come.”

I nipped her lower lip and pulled back. “In that case, let me resume my original objective.”

Her eyes narrowed as she realized what I had planned, and then she released a gasp, followed by a moan after I resumed spanking the globes of her ass.

I covered every inch of it in a rosy glow, and all I heard was a stream of nonsensical begging from her lips.

“Please, Damon. Please.” The beautiful way her mascara smudged down her cheeks with her tears had me ready to come in my pants.

“You want to come. I’ll let you come. But from now on, it’s only with my permission.” I freed my cock from my pants and tugged her underwear down. “I claim every one of your orgasms from this point on. Is that understood?”

I positioned the head of my cock at her soaked entrance.

She whimpered and moaned, trying to leverage against the table’s edge. “Fuck me already.”

“Answer my question, and then you’ll get what you want,” I said, holding her still with my weight along her back. “As I said before, I can wait all night until I get my answer.”

Sliding a hand under her, I tugged her back, notching myself into her, but going no further. “We both know I can win any sexual challenge. Or do you need me to remind you of our first night together?”

“You know the answers to all the questions, so why do you need to hear me say them?”

“Because I’m your Dom, and you do as I say.” I pushed in a little more, feeling her flex around my cock, giving it a wicked squeeze. “Who owns every one of your orgasms, Sophia?”

“You do,” she whispered.

“Have you made yourself come since that day at the fashion show?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know.” A mewled moan tore through her as I pushed in a fraction more.

“I believe you do know.”

“Damon, please. I’m dying here.”

“Then answer the question truthfully.”

She sighed in resignation. “Because I wanted you to give it to me. I should hate you for making me want you like this.”

“But you don’t.”

“But I don’t.”

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