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voice was blissfully low and husky.
    “Yes, Sir,” she answered.
    “Damn it, Nell. I need you to remember your safe word. I need you to—”
    She slid her pussy over his cock in a seductive message she knew he would understand. “My safe word is salmon, Sir. Please. Will you fuck me now?”
    He growled, a sexy sound that vibrated through her like thunder. “Hold still, Anelda.”
    She froze and wondered if a human being could burst into flames from frustration. The feel of the tile against the marks on her bottom, the cold mirror against her wrists, and his hot breath on her skin contrasted to drive her insane. She trembled and bit her lip, trying to be still.
    It took all her strength to stay frozen in place as he dipped his head and blew on her nipple. He released her wrists and said, “Keep your hands there.”
    No no no, she thought. I want to touch you. I want to fuck you. Damn you!
    He laughed softly as if he knew he tormented her. She wanted to curse him, to force his hand. But then, he cupped her tits, and his mouth devoured her right nipple. She cried out from the joy of it. Her hips frantically moved, desperate to rub against him. When his teeth scraped her aching ridges, she jerked helplessly.
    Higher and faster, she reached for that pinnacle of pleasure, her breath coming rapidly, and her grip on reality slipping away. He pulled his mouth away and fingered her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “Stop.”
    She sobbed with frustration. “Please, Sir. Please.”
    His fingers tightened, and he thrust his hips, driving her closer to the edge. “I want to clamp your nipples and walk you around the room with a leash. I want to drive inside you so hard that your scream takes the paint off the walls.”
    “I want to touch you,” she said and opened her eyes to meet his stare.
    “Why?” He seemed genuinely puzzled.
    “I want to feel…close to you, Sir.” It wasn’t easy to put it into words. She loved his dominance, the way he controlled everything, but she wanted to feel his skin, his heartbeat, his sweat. It was as if touching him would release the passion she’d so lacked with all the others.
    “Where do you want to touch me, Anelda?” The way he said her name was starting to trigger an automatic flush of need through her bloodstream.
    “I want to touch your face,” she said and dropped her gaze. She should have said his dick or his arms or something sexy. But she wanted to feel the way his cheeks angled away from his skull, the way his lips tightened, the way his neck corded when he fucked her. She wanted to feel the grimace of pleasure when he came inside her.
    “I’m going to put on a condom, Anelda. And then I’m going to make you come. You are going to come many times, and I’m going to fuck you hard.”
    “Yes, yes, Sir, please,” she said fiercely.
    As he stripped off his clothes, her pulse leaped, and she indulged herself by studying every inch of him. He held her gaze as he put on the condom, and she let her focus drop to his cock. He was big, though not as big as the dildo he’d already used to fuck her. As much as she wanted him to pound her flesh, she needed rough tenderness from him too. And that was the thought that spurred her to reach out her hand, not to stroke his dick, but to trail her fingers over the shell of his ear. It didn’t make sense. She knew the danger of getting closer to him, but she’d never been one to back down from trouble. And he was definitely trouble.
    She moved over the perfect stretch of his neck and back up to the granite tightness of his jaw. She reveled in the way his muscles rippled beneath her touch as he clenched his teeth.
    His skin was rough and rasped against the sensitive pads of her fingertips as she explored his features. His eyes had changed from the smoky brown color to the dangerous black she’d come to understand. He was on edge, and he wasn’t going to fuck her gently. She wanted him to take her as rough as his passion