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His voice is all low and throaty and Christ, I’m turned on. “God, yes.”

The way Mason stares at my crotch, licking his lips, makes me feel like he’s staring at the Mona Lisa. The intimacy of it catches me off guard. My body trembles.

Mason grabs my ankles and smoothly flips me on to my stomach. My cheeks press into the mattress, and I brace myself for the impending smack on my buttocks. But he doesn’t spank me. He lifts my hips a little so that I’m on my knees, head burrowed into a stack of pillows, and plunges his tongue between my thighs. It slides through my moist slit, and then halfway up the crack of my ass. He nibbles on each butt cheek before diving back between my legs. With one hand on the bed for balance, he rests the other on my butt, his thumb hovering close to my anus while his tongue circles my clit.

The tight flutter of anticipation beats against my ribcage.

His thumb presses firmer against me, a shallow entry that is enough to make me buck with surprise. His mouth comes off my pussy for a brief moment while he repositions. He licks, sucks, manipulates my tight clit with his tongue, all with my ass lifted in the air, and his thumb teasing with increasing pressure.

My climax begins to build.

Mason removes his hand from my ass and slides it between my thighs, prying my legs further apart. Gently, he rolls me onto my back. As he stands over me, I’m aware of his hard cock, probing through his pants.

“Are you feeling adventurous?” he says, a smirk playing on his perfect mouth. I nod, speechless. With a grin, he walks to his dresser and removes four scarves from the top drawer. “I’m going to tie you up, Olivia.”

The scarves are made of silk, and soft, even when he pulls them tight around my wrists and ankles, fastening them to the bedposts. I am sprawled out like a starfish, naked and covered with goose pimples.

Desire sweeps across my flesh.

I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t be so excited by his unspoken promise of naughty, dirty, dangerous acts. But God help me, I am. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.

Mason massages my breasts, lightly flicking each nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He pinches. I gasp. “Does that feel good, baby?”

My response is an indecipherable moan.

I close my eyes and feel his teeth grazing across my nipple. My eyes fly open and I cry out.

“I want you looking at me, at all times,” Mason says, gruff. “Do you understand?”

The tone of his voice is a stark reminder of his control, and my breath catches somewhere at the back of my throat. “Yes,” I whisper.

“Louder,” he says.

“Yes, Mr. Wood,” I say, gasping.

He releases his grip and rewards my submission with a gentle suckling on my tender nipples. I’m addicted to the push and pull of it, his punishment and control alternating with erotic intimacy.

Reaching between my legs, Mason inserts two fingers into my pussy. I clench, but with my legs spread wide, I’m unable to ease the entry, and he thrusts deep enough that I feel a flutter in my pelvis. While his fingers work inside me, his mouth continues to trail down my body, biting, nipping, licking, drawing closer to my crotch. When at last his tongue darts over my clit, I writhe beneath my restraints, desperate to touch him. I’m dying to pull his head closer to my throbbing cleft.

I lift my neck, watching as his head bobs between my legs, working in tandem with his fingers. They probe as if exploring sacred territory, igniting a fire throughout my core. I grit my teeth, fighting the rising tide of pleasure that builds from my groin.

But just before I release, Mason abruptly withdraws his fingers, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and gives me a devilish grin. “Not yet, sweet Olivia. I’m only just getting started.”

He devours every inch of me with his eyes. “I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes,” I say, breathless. I’m precariously close to begging, but beneath the anticipation is another feeling—a sense of fear. It doesn’t feel right to tell him I’m a virgin, that his cock will be the first to slide inside of me. Not when I’ve been dreaming about this moment, fantasizing about him, since our first encounter in the elevator.

He’d frightened me then—bold, commanding, intimidating.

The fear that grips me now is knowing how far my feelings have already come. After tonight, there’s no going back for me. And damn it, if I’m not ready to take this next step, positive that Mason is the man I want to give this gift to.

He strips off his shirt and tosses it aside. With his eyes fixed on my mouth, he unzips his pants. At the rustle of them sliding over his hips, I drop my gaze.

His cock is hard and thick, swollen with lust.

“Untie me,” I say, aching to touch him.

Mason shakes his head and finishes undressing before climbing onto the bed. His body hovers over me, erect penis poised like a piston. His body is crushing, hot, remarkably toned. My voice is a strangled plea. “You’re killing me.”