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gloves over his cockhead, and beads of perspiration formed on his forehead. “Answer me, Diego.”
    “Because I didn’t keep myself safe.” He gave her the words she wanted, his tone communicating that he didn’t think they could possibly be the right answer.
    “Exactly,” Haiku purred, leaning over him, stroking his cheek with her index finger. “I said to do your job safely, and you came back injured, didn’t you?” She threw her left leg over his body to straddle his stomach. When Diego put his hands on her waist, she slapped him hard, the leather curling around his forearm. “No. You don’t deserve to touch me. You know that.” He yanked his hands away. “Put your hands above your head and cross your wrists.” He’d shown her last night how stimulating that position was.
    She waited until he complied, his muscles stretched and strained. “Your body is no longer your own, Diego.” She bent so that her nipples rubbed against his chest. “It belongs to me.” Her lips were a breath away from his. “If I want to lick it.” She licked along his neck. “If I want to suck it.” She swirled her tongue around his flat male nipple before sucking it into her mouth. She wasn’t gentle, marking him as he had previously marked her. “If I want to bite it.” She bit down on that moist flesh. A whimper escaped his lips. “I’ll do it. You belong to me, understand?”
    “Yes.”
    Haiku felt the muscles underneath her soften, reaffirming her conviction that he needed to share some of his control over life and death decisions. “Good,” she cooed, stroking his cheek again. “Because I’m going to take what I want”—she wiggled back until his cock nestled between her ass cheeks—“what I need, from you.” She tilted back and forth, brushing her nipples over his chest, grinding her ass against his cock. “And you’ll give it to me, selflessly, coming only when I tell you to come, understand?” When he didn’t answer quickly enough, she slapped his thighs with the leather gloves.
    His groan vibrated her skin. “I understand.”
    Diego was tired and emotionally empty, and he wouldn’t last long. That was fine, as her pussy had been primed and ready since she scrubbed his naked body clean in the shower.
    “What I want, what I need, is to fuck you now.” Haiku rose up, positioning him at her entrance, and slowly sank down on his thick shaft, relishing his size and strength. Once impaled upon his cock, she squeezed and released him in an erotic massage, until he pulsed in time with her rhythm. “Do you feel that, Diego?” She rocked on him. “That is what I need, and you won’t be able to give it to me if you get yourself killed. Would you die and leave this pussy empty?”
    “Fuck no.” A muscle ticked in his clenched jaw, and his hands folded into fists.
    “Kill who you need to kill to do your job.” It was a horrible job, but they were in a war, and horrible jobs were necessary. “But don’t ever hurt yourself again.” Haiku assigned him that impossible task, knowing he needed the challenge of an impossible task. “Because next time, I won’t be as kind.” She increased the pace, panting with effort, slamming down on his cock, her pussy tightening.
    “Haiku, please…” he begged.
    “Not yet.” Sensing he needed more pain, more punishment, she raked her fingernails over his exposed underarms, leaving red marks. Diego moaned, straining against his self-imposed bonds, thrusting up with his hips, and she rode him, holding on to him with her thighs, resisting his frantic attempts to dislodge her.
    Perspiration dripped down his face, and veins rose over his muscles, but still she rocked upon Diego, pushing him closer and closer to his breaking point as she also neared hers. Haiku dangled over the edge of her own abyss, clinging to sanity, ruthlessly ignoring her body’s demands, to give him what he needed. Her pussy vibrated, and her heart pounded, yet she held out, held out, held out,