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though, he did none of those things. His hands were entwined in her hair, pulling, sometimes more forcefully, sometimes less.
    She was wet. Startlingly wet.
    He was moving against her, his cock pressing, pressing forcefully. She opened to him, wishing he would pull her panties off and slip into her. She wouldn’t dare stop him—in fact, she would do it herself if she dared face the rejection.
    She felt his chest, and then his muscular back, as his tongue entered her mouth again and again, telling her something about how he would enter her in other ways.
    She moaned again and again. God, she was going to come and they’d barely even done anything yet.
    Was she that pent up or was Bryson that good?
    She thought she knew the answer.
    “Scarlett,” he said, breaking off his kiss.
    “Yes?”
    “I’m not sure what we’re doing here.”
    “Me either.”
    “Maybe we should stop,” he said.
    “Maybe.”
    He caressed her cheek softly. “God, you taste good.”
    She smiled. “Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, feeling his chest again.
    He grabbed her wrists and forced her arms back to the bed again. “I don’t know,”
    he whispered. And then he leaned in and began kissing between her breasts, kissing her bare skin that the bra didn’t cover. Soon he was licking her nipples over her bra. It was the lacy kind of bra and he was sucking her nipples through it.
    “Oh my God,” she gasped. “I—I think I might come.”
    “No, you won’t,” he commanded, his voice dark and husky. “Not unless I say so.”
    Her breath caught in her throat. How could he know about this—about her desire to be controlled in bed? It was as if he was reading her mind.
    “I need to come,” she whined.
    “You can hold off,” he said.
    “Why should I?”
    “Because I said so.” His voice was firm and demanding that she follow his instructions.
    She moaned louder as he went back to sucking her nipples, while holding her down. Her legs flailed as her hips arched into him.
    He let go of one wrist and grabbed her by the back of her head. Then he was kissing her again, deeply. More deeply than before, if such a thing was possible.
    She met his kiss with ferocity. She wanted him—wanted him to take her now.
    She was ready, ready to have him inside her.
    “Bryson—” she gasped.
    “Say it,” he told her. His lips were against hers, just brushing them, his breath meeting her breath, his warmth burning her with its intensity.
    “Bryson, please. I need you.”
    “Tell me more.” He bit her lower lip playfully and then released it.
    “I want you inside me, Bryson.”
    “Then beg me like you’ve never begged before.”
    Scarlett was losing control now. She knew this whole thing was twisted beyond belief and a distant part of her was protesting, reminding her of all her promises to keep things between them professional.
    But the way she felt right now—none of that mattered. She needed him—she wanted him. She would do anything to have him.
    “Please fuck me, Bryson.” The words came out of her mouth unbidden, unexpected in their raw, unfettered honesty. Perhaps it was all the years of training, all the years of BDSM she’d practiced that completely took down her defenses when a strong man was controlling her.
    “Why should I fuck you?”
    “Because. I’ll do anything you say.”
    “Tell me what you’ll do,” he said, his voice low and tempting against her ear now.
    “I’ll be so warm and wet for you,” she promised. “I’ll take you in and I’ll be tight around your cock, like a glove. I’ll make you come, I’ll let you fuck me all night long.”
    “That’s good,” he said, and as he spoke, he slid his hard cock back and forth against her dripping wet panties.
    She gasped and shuddered against him, as a ripple of something resembling a climax wracked her entire body. She closed her eyes. She needed to do something or she was going to really come—have an obvious, over-the-top orgasm—right now. The