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The promise in his voice makes me shiver. We arrived at this paradise yesterday—a surprise trip he’d planned without telling me. After months of stress and vigilance, having this time alone feels almost surreal.

His mouth follows the path of his fingers, pressing open-mouthed kisses along sensitive skin. Then he wraps his lips around the softest part of my thigh, before he playfully bites my flesh. The slight sting makes me gasp.

“Like that?” He looks up at me through dark lashes. He loves marking my body. “You’re already so wet for me.”

As if to prove his point, he slides one finger through my folds, gathering moisture. The touch is feather-light, nowhere near enough pressure where I need it most. I try to push against his hand, but the bindings prevent any movement.

“Zeke.” My voice comes out breathier than intended. “Don’t tease.”

He chuckles darkly. “But teasing you is half the fun.”

To demonstrate, he traces my entrance with the tip of his finger, never quite pushing inside. The careful control he maintains—even now, when I can see how hard he is—drives me wild.

“You’re cruel,” I accuse, but we both know I love when he takes his time like this.

“Cruel would be leaving you wanting.” He drops a kiss just above my clit, making me jerk in my bonds. “I plan to give you everything you need. Eventually.”

Before I can respond, he closes his mouth over one nipple, sucking hard enough to make me cry out. His tongue flicks against the sensitive peak while his fingers continue their maddening exploration between my legs.

The dual sensations have me writhing as much as the restraints allow. Every brush of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core, building the ache of need.

He switches to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while finally—finally—sliding one thick finger inside me. The stretch is minimal but welcome after so much teasing.

“More,” I plead, clenching around the intrusion. “Please, I need—”

“Shh.” He pulls back enough to meet my eyes, his own dark with desire. “Let me take care of you. My way.”

Slowly, like torture, he works a second finger alongside the first. The fuller stretch makes me moan, hands fisting in their silken bonds. His thumb brushes my clit in time with gentle thrusts, building pleasure in steady waves.

Just when I think I might actually die from the sweet torment, he withdraws his fingers completely. I whimper at the loss, watching through heavy-lidded eyes as he shifts to kneel between my spread thighs.

“Want to watch myself sink into this pretty pussy.” His voice has gone gravelly with arousal. “See how perfectly you take my cock.”

He lifts my hips, positioning himself at my entrance. The head of his cock nudges against me, hot and hard. Instead of pushing in, he rocks against me, coating himself in my wetness.

“Please,” I beg again, beyond caring how desperate I sound. “I need you inside me.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

The first press of his cock stretches me wider than his fingers, a delicious burn that has me gasping. He moves with agonizing slowness, giving me time to adjust to each inch. By the time he’s fully seated, I’m trembling with the need to move.

“Fuck,” he groans, grinding deep. “So tight. So perfect.”

I try to wrap my legs around him, urge him deeper, but the ankle restraints keep me spread wide. The position allows him to sink impossibly deep, hitting spots that have my head spinning.

He begins a torturously slow rhythm, withdrawing almost completely before pressing back in. Each thrust is measured, controlled, designed to drive me mad with want.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, gaze fixed where our bodies join. “Taking me so well. Such a good girl.”

The praise makes me clench around him, drawing a harsh breath from his chest. He reaches for something beside the bed—a small vibrator we bought specifically for this trip.

The buzz of the toy coming to life makes my whole body tense in anticipation. When he presses it against my clit, the sensation is almost too much after so much buildup.

“Oh god,” I gasp, back arching off the bed. “Zeke, I’m gonna—”

“Not yet.” He pulls the vibrator away, denying me release. “Want to make this last.”

A sound somewhere between a moan and a sob escapes me. My whole body feels like a live wire, every nerve ending singing with denied pleasure. Each slow thrust of his cock brings me closer to the edge only to back away again.