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I moaned against the cotton, unable to stop myself, as another burst of pleasure licked up inside me again. His gaze dropped to my hand once more and then he moved, taking a step forward to the bed. He put his hands on my spread thighs, pressing them wider and holding them open, watching my hand, watching my sex as if he’d never seen anything so fascinating in all his life.

I hadn’t thought this would be hot. I hadn’t thought that him merely looking at me would make me so desperate, but the weight of his hands on my thighs and the heat of his palms on my bare skin, set off a fire in me that I couldn’t stop.

I was so hungry, starved. Physical pleasure was something I hadn’t had much of in my life, not when that life had mostly revolved around survival and keeping myself safe. This was as if I’d only ever had stale bread and Fox had just shown me that chocolate cake existed.

It was too much. It was not enough.

I shuddered, groaning against the gag as I added another finger, sliding both deep inside me, my hips lifting against the movement, needing the friction. I slid them out and back in again, liquid pleasure spiraling through me. I was embarrassingly wet, and my breathing was humiliatingly fast, and yet all I was aware of was his gaze between my legs. It was almost as if he was touching me.

He lifted his head, the fire in his eyes leaping high. “Come for me,” he ordered, the force of his authority irresistible. “Come for me now.”

I wouldn’t have thought it was possible to do so on command, not in a million years, yet I felt the orgasm crash over me in a hot, brutal wave, a blaze of pleasure so intense I screamed against the gag, my sex pulsing around my fingers.

He didn’t take his eyes off me as he reached down and took my hand from between my thighs. Then he put my fingers in his mouth and licked my orgasm from them. The feel of his hot mouth made me shudder and shake, made me pant, and then his tongue wrapped around each finger, licking each fingertip, his gaze boring into mine as he did so.

Then he pulled my fingers out of his mouth. “Your orgasm tastes delicious. Definitely worth the five hundred thousand I paid.” He laid my hand back on my stomach. “But a taste is all it will be. You’re beautiful, little one. But I’m not taking you home tonight.”

Cold shock chased away the warm, lazy feeling that had been curling through me, and for some reason, my first thought wasn’t about the success or failure of my mission, it was that he couldn’t leave me after that. He couldn’t give me a glimpse of pleasure, of heat, of what it was like to have his attention, to be his whole focus, and then snatch it away. It was as if I’d been sleeping in the snow and he’d opened the door into a beautiful warm house and invited me inside, only to then slam the door in my face.

I sat bolt upright and jerked the gag off. “You bastard. So, what was that? A demonstration? You using me give yourself a little thrill?”

He stiffened. “You wanted to know what being a sub was like, so I showed you.”

“You did.” I flung the gag over the side of the bed. “And I want more.”

His gaze narrowed. “That’s not your decision.”

Frustration coiled inside me. “You got off on that, don’t tell me you didn’t.”

“Then it’s a good thing I don’t let my cock do my thinking for me, isn’t it?” The fire that had been in his eyes slowly began to freeze over. “You’re too young for me and you’re also too inexperienced. I’m not in the business of teaching new subs how to behave.”

Oh, so he was going to be an asshole about this, was he?

I slid down the bed and then knelt upright on the mattress at the end of it, right in front of where he stood, not caring that I was naked. “But what if I want you to? You can’t just give me a taste of…of that and then leave.

“Yes, I can.” His arms were folded across his chest, blue eyes icy. “You think that was it? That obeying a few orders, having your hands tied, and being gagged is as intense as it gets? Because if so, you’re wrong. I haven’t even begun teaching you how to submit, little one, don’t you understand? I can turn you inside out. I can make you give up every one of your secrets and you’ll be glad to. You’ll be begging to.”

I didn’t even think about why that would be a terrible idea. All I knew was that I couldn’t let him walk away. “So? That sounds great to me.”

But the look on his face shut down. “No.”

My heartbeat raced. For the first time in my life, I wanted something that wasn’t just safety and survival, that wasn’t Santorini and completely out of my reach. I wanted him. His touch, his attention. The pleasure he gave me and the heat of it. And it was a glory to know what I wanted and to be able to choose it.

I wanted him to show me more. I wanted him to show me everything.

“Fine,” I snapped heedlessly. “Then I’ll find another man who can do this for me. I know there are clubs. I’ll find one. I’ll go right in and let them do whatever they want to—”

His hand shot out and took my throat in a firm grip, silencing me. His eyes blazed with a dark fire. “No,” he said with deadly menace. “You will not.”

My fear leaped high at the way he held me, at the strength of his hand, but I only stared back. “So, stop me.”

14

Tennyson

I’d tried to do the right thing, tried to put her at a distance, tried to tell her no. I’d even told myself I’d be fine with her wandering the fetish clubs of Manhattan, trying to find someone to give her what I had.

But something had woken in me, something possessive that had been asleep a long time, and she was the one who’d woken it.