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“Don’t.” I move my face away from him.

He easily tears through the buttons of my silk blouse. What little fabric remains, he leaves it to hang over my shoulders. My whole-body quavers as he devours me with his eyes, taking in every inch of me. He undoes the button and zipper on my jeans and slides his hand inside my panties.

“Fuck.” He sucks in a breath. “You’re so wet.”

A second later, his mouth covers mine in a desperate kiss. I want him so badly. But he’s made it so I can’t move or run my hands over his body. All I’m allowed to do is yield to his demanding tongue.

I don’t know what he wants from me. And I hate that my body is ready to give him whatever he wants.

“Archer,” I plea when he pulls away.

“I want to see what I paid for.” With a quick snap of his fingers, he undoes my strapless bra and I fall to the floor. His gaze hovers over my puckered nipples for several beats before he hooks his thumbs over the waistband of my jeans and pulls them down to my thighs. In this position, I’m completely vulnerable and exposed. I can’t fight him. Even if I wanted to.

“So beautiful.” He fondles my breasts, rolling my taut buds with his thumb. “All mine.”

“Please.” I mean to saylet me go,but the words die on my lips.

A smirk pulls on his lips as he slides the head of the swan over my mouth. “Suck,” he orders.

“What?” I start to say, but he pushes the head and the long neck past my teeth. I fasten my mouth around it and suck tentatively. I stare at him with big eyes, but I don’t stop.

“Good girl.” He slowly pulls it out, then rubs the wet head over my nipples.

I let my head fall back until it hits the bed post. My body trembles in anticipation. This is not how it’s supposed to be. Why should he bend me to his will, keep me here exposed for him to do as he pleases, while he stands there fully dressed and absolutely one hundred percent in control?

Any minute now, he’ll change his mind and leave me hanging like all those other times. He’ll insist that our marriage isn’t real, and then, he’ll go back to ignoring me while I have to live with the sting of his rejection.

“Please stop,” I beg him.

“Not until I get what I want.” He steps in and slides the wet head of the swan into my folds.

“Hmm.” I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing my lips together.

“Now every time you see his gift, you’ll think of me, Little Dove.” He sucks on the cord of my neck. “I want to see you come. You’re not leaving my room, until I watch you fall to pieces in front of me.”

I shake my head.

I start to explain to him that I can’t just orgasm because he says so, but then he grinds the slick crystal up and down my slit, drawing circles around my needy bud, and I want to come for him.

“Stop it.” I jerk my hips away from him. “You’re only doing this to humiliate me. Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you.” He grips the hair at the nape of my neck and pulls down, so I’m forced to look up at him. “I should. But I don’t.”

He swipes the figurine along my pussy again. My hips betray me and meet his hand halfway. I catch on to his rhythm. And then I’m chasing the release he offers. Closing my eyes, I surrender to him. He rewards me by sucking hard on my nipples. My desire mounts, and mounts, until it reaches a crescendo that’s both unbearable and pure ecstasy.

“Finish it,” he commands.

“Archer?” My eyes fly open.

He shuffles back only an inch so I can see where his hand holds the swan. He wants me to do this to myself. Sure, I’ve done exactly this many times before. But never in front of anyone. Especially never in front of him.

I stand there, panting a breath, knowing my choices are to rub myself until I come. Or spend the night tied to his bed. Because one thing is for sure, he won’t let me go until, like he said, he watches me fall to pieces.

Lust sparks at my core and shoots into my chest, making my pebbled nipples tingle. I want his mouth on me again. But he’s done with me. He’s in control and determined not to let things go too far between us. But I have to finish. My clit screams in agony, egging me on to give it just a little of what it wants.

I stand on my tiptoes and rub against his hand.

“That’s my girl.” He rewards me by squeezing both my breasts.