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CHAPTER 11

TYLER

His voice is low, a rumble that vibrates through my chest as he says, “I could taste you all night. Sweet, perfect.”

My cheeks burn so hot I’m sure they could melt candle wax. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, the smoothness of his scales cool against my skin.

He laughs softly, his chest shaking beneath me. “Why are you so shy, Tyler? It’s just us.”

“It’s… hard,” I mumble, my fingers tracing the ridges of his collarbone. “Talking about it. I don’t know how.”

“It’s fun,” he says, his golden eyes locked on mine. “Talking like this. Makes it hotter. You ever play with yourself?”

My eyes dart to the nightstand. Shit.

His gaze follows, and I see the spark of realization in his eyes. “Ah,” he says, a sly grin spreading across his face.

“You’re not going to open it, are you?” I blurt out, my voice tight with nerves.

He shakes his head, his expression calm but predatory. “No. You are. Show me what’s in there, and I’ll teach you it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

I hesitate, my heart racing. The drawer feels like a Pandora’s box, but the way he’s looking at me—like he’s already seeing all of me—makes it impossible to say no.

I sit up, pulling the blanket around me for a shred of modesty, and reach for the drawer. My fingers tremble as I pull it open, revealing the little collection I’ve been too embarrassed to even look at lately.

His hand is on my back, warm and steady. “Go on,” he says, his voice soft but firm.

I pull out the vibrator first, its sleek pink body looking absurdly innocent in the dim light. Then the small bottle of lube, fuzzy handcuffs, a pair of my panties, and finally, the satin blindfold..

Lanz doesn’t laugh. Instead, he picks up the vibrator, turning it over in his hands like it’s a precious artifact. “Good choices,” he says, his tone approving. “You’ve got taste.”

“It’s… not like I use them all the time,” I stammer, my face burning again.

“Why not?” he asks, setting the vibrator down and picking up the blindfold. “Nothing wrong with knowing what you want.”

“It’s just… I don’t know. It feels… selfish?”

He chuckles, leaning in close. “Selfish is good sometimes, Tyler. You’re allowed to take what you need.”

His lips brush against my ear, and I shiver. “Now,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin, “show me how you use these. Teach me what you like.”

I swallow hard, my pulse racing. “You want me to…?”

My hands tremble as I pick up the panties, the soft fabric brushing against my lips. I glance at Lanz, his golden eyes locked on me, unblinking. The intensity of his gaze makes my stomach twist, a mix of fear and something hotter, something I can’t quite name. I shove the panties into my mouth, the taste of cotton andmy own scent filling my senses. His lips curve into a smirk, and I feel my cheeks burn, but I don’t look away. I won’t.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Keep going.”

I fumble with the handcuffs, the cold metal biting into my wrist as I click it into place around the bedframe. The blindfold comes next, the satin smooth against my skin as I pull it over my eyes. The world goes dark, but I can still feel him there, watching, waiting.

My fingers find the vibrator, the cool plastic sending a shiver up my spine. I press it against myself, the buzz starting low, teasing. I bite down on the panties, a muffled moan escaping as the vibrations build. My hips move on their own, chasing the sensation, and I can hear his breathing, heavy and uneven.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice closer now. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

His words hit me like a shockwave, and I’m gone, my body arching off the bed as the orgasm crashes over me. The panties fall from my mouth, and I scream, the sound raw and unfiltered. My vision whites out behind the blindfold, and I’m still trembling when he pulls it off, his face inches from mine.

“Look at me,” he commands, and I do, my eyes wide and dazed. He’s holding himself, his cock hard and glistening, and I whimper, my hips lifting off the bed in silent plea.

His hand wraps around my left wrist, the grip firm but not painful. I don’t resist, my breath hitching as he pulls the necktie from around his neck and loops it around my wrist. The silk slides against my skin, cool and smooth, before he ties it to the bedframe. The knot is tight, secure, and the moment he tugs on it to test the hold, I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through me. My body arches off the bed, a moan escaping my lips.