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Not as bad as the fucking ginger had.
“You think I’m going to be able to have sexwith you without having an orgasm?” I laughed and moved tostand.
He caught me around the waist and pulled meback to his side. “You’re going to have to learn to controlyourself.”
“It’s involuntary reaction to stimulus,” Iargued. “You can’t turn it off.”
“You can learn to.” He gave me a quick kiss.“Maybe we need to think up a new word, so you can let me know whento stop. Something other than ‘mercy,’ so there’s noconfusion.”
“Hmm, what about ‘diamond’?” I suggest. Itwon’t be confusing in context,andit very much fits withour theme. “Like the butt plug?”
“‘Diamond’ it is.” He gives me another kiss,this one longer and deeper, and desire surges to my core. When heleans back, it’s with a satisfied grin. “Let’s practice. Before wego back to the party.”
“Excuse me?” I laughed. He couldn’t beserious. We were in the middle of his mom’s birthday party.
“We have a perfectly private hedge maze,” heargued. “And I know you’re dying for me to touch you.”
“Are you going to let me come?” I doubtedit, but I could hope.
“Not until tomorrow. But that’s why this ispractice.” He pushed the tip of his cane through the gravel to restbetween my feet, then slowly lifted my skirt. “What do you say,princess?”
I couldn’t resist him. “Yes, my dragon.”
“Step out of your panties.”
I wiggled the pale green silk down my hipsand let it fall to my ankles.
“Give them to me.”
I put my hand on his shoulder to balance andslipped the panties off and handed them to him.
He brought them to his nose and inhaleddeeply. Grinning, he tucked them into his jacket pocket. “I detecta hint of something…spicy.”
I narrowed my eyes but didn’t say anything,in case it qualified as disobedience.
“Hold your skirt up.” He kept his gaze onthe apex of my thighs as I lifted the chiffon. “Widen yourhands.”
I could only imagine what I looked likestanding there with my skirt around my waist, held out to my sides.But Matt certainly seemed to appreciate the view. He took a long,audible breath and slowly brought the handle of his cane to touchmy vulva. With the barest pressure, he glided the carved silverdragon up and down my slit until the snarling snout parted me andnestled against my clit.
“Rub yourself on it.”
The cold metal felt so good against myirritated flesh that I didn’t want to rub against it. I wanted itto stay still on my throbbing skin.
He arched a brow. “Is my princess disobeyingme?”
I shook my head. “No, not at all.”
Holding my breath, I rocked my hips alittle. It was awkward, trying to find the right movement, but onceI did, I lost myself in the ridges of the highly detailed dragonhead passing back and forth over me. If he’d done this earlier,right after he’d removed the ginger, I would have come immediately.But even now, it felt dangerously good.
“Remember to stop when you need to,” hewarned me. “If you don’t, tomorrow will be a very long day foryou.”
“For both of us, right?” I asked, my headdropping back. “Since every one of my orgasms belong to you.”
“I can be patient.” He rotated the cane backand forth.
I couldn’t. It was totally unfair to keepgetting me wound up and then not delivering. But it was alsosohot. Constantly teetering on the edge only madeeverything more intense when I finally did get to come.
The promise of what had better be aphenomenal wake-up call the next morning was all that stopped me,all that made me say, “Diamond.”