The last remnants of the walls she had so carefully encased her heart in crumbled to the ground. If this man wasn’t the real deal, she didn’t know what was. The risks involved in letting him into her heart seemed small in comparison to all that she could gain from giving him a chance. And not just an app, that was nothing. This man—his soul, his brain, his heart—was all she wanted.
Abandoning his balls, Lydia moved up to sink her mouth over the rock-hard cock she’d been dreaming of since leaving his bed. And boy, did he roar. The walls shook with the volume of his need. Lydia knew without a doubt if his hands had been free, he’d have sunk his fingers into her hair and pushed her farther until her lips touched the soft curls at the base of him. But his hands were quite literally tied, so instead she played with him a little. She thrust down until his head breached her throat, then immediately backed off. Licking and sucking at just his tip, she brought the vibrator up to his balls, still wet from her attention there.
“Fuck, Lydia, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” Damian’s head hung low, taking in every movement as she toyed with him.
“Mmm. No, honey, not yet. We’re playing my game now, remember? You come when I say you can come.” Backing off completely, she rolled the vibrator over his stomach and chest again, allowing his senses to return but still keeping him on edge.
“Take your top off. I want to see all of you, please.”
Lydia stood, rolling the toy back down to his shaft. Gripping him gently, she only skated the bullet and her fingers over his sensitized flesh. “I’m not sure if you’ve earned back the right to my body. As you know, I’m very choosy with whom I allow to satisfy me.”
“Jesus Christ, woman, forgive me already. I promise to keep you so satisfied both in and out of the bedroom you’ll never feel the need to come back to this club again.” His eyes pleaded with her, and though she liked playing with his pleasure, she would never play with his emotions. She wasn’t that type of woman.
Removing all other stimulation, she brought one hand to his cheek and regarded him with all the passion and hope she had in her being. “I forgave you the moment I walked in this room. Then I realized there was nothing to forgive. We are both passionate, impulsive people. It is how we’ve both succeeded at young ages. But we’ll have to work around that in the future so misunderstandings like this don’t happen again.”
Without hesitation, Lydia brought her lips to Damian’s in a soul-rending kiss. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her completely clothed body against his sweat-slicked, naked one.
“Now”—Lydia turned the vibrator back on, choosing the highest setting—“you don’t get to come until you are inside me, understand? I see so much as one drop hit this floor, and we start all over.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Damian groaned his frustration. Pleasure denial was definitely not something he engaged in all that much. Lydia looked forward to torturing him in the sweetest ways possible for many years to come.
“I promise, no matter what teenage boys with blue balls tell their girlfriends, it is not possible to die from a lack of orgasms.” She gripped his cock in the hand with the vibrator once again. “Besides, I have every intention of making you come, on my time.”
