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“First, I need you to do something for me, Sofia.”

My nod comes fast and clumsy.

“I need you to ask me for it.”

“Please—”

“No. I want you to say, ‘Cedric, I want you to eat my pretty pussy until I come.’ Can you do that?” His hand remains firm at my back, his mouth teasing my earlobe. “Say that for me.”

I struggle with my breath. “Please eat my pussy until I come.”

His grip tightens. “No, Sofia. Not until you repeat what I instructed you to say back to me.”

My entire body is shaking as I try again. “Cedric, I want you to eat my pretty pussy until I come.”

He murmurs against my neck. “Good girl. I’m going to reward you for that.”

And he turns me, guiding me up a sleek set of stairs and into a room that looks much more lived in than the first floor. But I don’t have the time to look around. Cedric’s mouth is on mine as he guides me back into his bed.

“How are you with restraints?”

I stiffen, and he retreats enough for me to properly look at him.

“It’s not a trick question, Sofia.”

“I’ve never…”

His stroke of my cheek is gentle, supportive. “Are you willing to try them?”

I bite my lip and consider it. The way Cedric acts has me trusting him. “If I tell you to stop?—”

“I’ll stop. Immediately. No questions asked.”

After another breath, I nod. “Okay.”

His smile, although small, is like a lash to my heart. God, I want nothing more than to make him happy. Cedric plants another kiss on me, slow and sensual, and then he’s on his feet, pulling bindings out from a drawer and returning with some silk ropes in his hand.

“We’ll start slow,” he promises, having me feel them before he loops them carefully around my wrists. The hold is tight but doesn’t hurt. “Yank against them, let me know if they pinch or hurt anywhere.”

I do as he says, and it’s just restriction. God, I feel like I’m completely at his mercy, and a new wave of heat hits me between my thighs.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” My voice is so much more breath than sound. Who knew this would be so damn hot?

“Good. I’m going to attach you to my headboard now.”

When I nod, he pulls my arms over my head and latches me to a hidden hook in the dark wood of his headboard. Once I’m in place, Cedric’s hands smooth over me, down my arms, around my breasts, over my belly.

He looks like a starving man staring at a feast.

Then, my skirt is bunching in his grip as he hikes the fabric up over my hips, and his palm comes down to stroke me over my panties.

“I can feel how badly you want this.” His touch teases, and I can already tell that he’s going to torment me like this.

He rubs the tip of his finger along my center in sweeping circles until my hips rise with every small stroke. Whimpering finally spurs him on, and I’m thankful for the way he hooks my panties in his grip and inches them down my thighs.

Strong hands slowly spread my knees, and I can feel his breath against my arousal. Another whimper escapes me, but his mouth simply spreads kisses along my inner thighs and hips.