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I feel his mouth between my thighs as he licks, followed by three more slaps, one after the other.

“Ten,” I say, just as his tongue circles my clit.

My pussy clenches, and I cry out, so sensitive I almost come, then he stops again, and I groan.

He doesn’t move for several seconds. Then he pushes two fingers inside me, and I clamp around them instantly.

I am right on the edge, right there, when his mouth lifts from my clit and his fingers withdraw without warning.

Again.

Damn it.

Damn him.

I let out a frustrated sound, somewhere between a growl and a gasp.

“I’m going to kill you,” I pant, pressing my face into the mattress.

He turns me abruptly onto my back.

I groan, dragging my hands over my face, unbearably frustrated. I need it—need release so badly it feels physical, like a pressure behind my ribs.

“You don’t come,” he says, moving closer, looming over me. “Not until I give you permission to.”

He nips my clit with his teeth. I cry out as he drags his tongue slowly up my stomach. He bites my nipples, one and then the other, before capturing my mouth in a kiss that is all teeth.

I have never felt anything this consuming in my entire life.

“I think I need to let you cool down before I touch you again,” he murmurs with a crooked smile, lifting his weight from me.

“No,” I almost scream in protest.

He laughs, actually laughs, and the sound does something dangerous to my chest.

His eyes drop back to the fresh cuts.

“You keep disobeying me,” he growls. “And I don’t like it, gorgeous.”

“I never agreed to listen to you,” I shoot back.

His lips lift. “Your mouth says that. Your body tells a different story.”

“You got ten spanks this time,” he says evenly. “But if I see you hurt yourself again, next time will be very different.”

He takes my mouth in his. “Do you need to feel something?”

He licks a slow path over my skin. “That’s all right. I get it.”

“Did I make you feel something with my body?”

I nod.

“Words,” he grits out.

“Yes.”

“Then next time you feel the need to feel something,” he growls, “you come to me. And I’ll make sure you feel plenty.”