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him, clenching my arms tight until our lips were almost touching. I darted out my tongue, flicking it against his lips. “Fucking kiss me,” he growled, and I knew I was pushing my luck. I stood up on my tiptoes and let my lips brush his. Barely. I wanted to leave him begging for more.
    My plan worked. He dropped his hands to my ass and hauled me up against his chest. He carried me to the couch and sat, forcing me to straddle him. His cock was already stirring between us. He wasn't done with me for the night, but I was counting on that. I had to fuck him so good that I'd knock him out cold, long enough for me to get away. Seduction was my mission if I chose to accept it, and believe me, I accepted it.
    He pulled on the leash, bringing my face close to his once more. He sucked my lower lip and I moaned. What was it about that that made my thighs clench? I hated that he knew what buttons to push on me. After two days, he had explored every inch of my body from the soles of my feet to the roof of my mouth. Like any man, he liked my breasts and my ass and my pussy, but he was more possessive than normal. He hadn't ignored any patch of my skin. He'd licked and sucked all of me, claimed all of me for his own.
    I pushed up on my knees, repositioning myself directly over his erection. Then I pulled him close and kissed the shit out of him. I dipped my tongue between his lips and fucked him with it. He massaged the magic spots at the back of my thighs, right under my ass, and I moaned into him. We moved together, turning each other on with our mouths and our hands. I switched off my brain, not wanting to feel any shame or embarrassment. I was fucking for survival, and I was going to make it count.
    I dropped a hand between us and began stroking him, running my palm over his slick crown. He bucked into my touch, sweeping his hands up my back. I arched into his touch, my nipples hardening. When he was rock hard, I slid down his body and took him gently into my mouth. I acted unsure at first, licking slow and not sucking too hard or deep. I didn't want to arouse suspicion by being too enthusiastic. He bucked his hips, and I knew he wanted more. He tasted salty on my tongue and I closed my eyes, running my tongue down his length.
    “ Suck me, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse and strained.
    I dipped my head, taking him deeper. I waited for him to grab my head and force himself down my throat, but he didn't. Instead his fingers ran through my hair, softly, brushing it away from my face so that he could watch me. As a reward, I released him from my mouth and focused on his balls, sucking the soft skin in between my lips. I stroked his iron-hard cock with my hand while I worked his balls with my tongue. He was making pained noises, and I kept at it, wanting him mad with lust.
    “Fuck,” he whispered, his fingers fisting in my hair. “Look at me, baby.” I ignored him, sucking on the soft, sensitive skin as his grip tightened on me. I knew he was going over the edge. “Goddammit, look at me!” he said, his voice strained.
    My lips felt bee-stung and swollen as I came up for air. I dragged my eyes up to his face, a flutter of something like excitement in my stomach. His eyes were flashing with that manic light again. His erection was flush against his stomach, practically throbbing with his arousal. He was ready. I knew he wanted me.
    He would always want me.
    He wound the leash around his hand, pulling it taut, and I knew it was time. I stood slowly, keeping a bit of distance from him, as much as the tight leash would allow. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving. He raised his free hand, stroking me from my knee to my inner thigh. I felt the goosebumps rise on my skin at his touch. I felt powerful in my ability to drive him mad with lust, even as he had me at his complete command.
    “I want you fucking dripping for me,” he hissed, sliding his fingers into me. I rolled my hips against him as his thumb found my clit. I was still