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“One bodyguard.”

Uri’s hand slides inside the back of my pants, and two fingers brush against my clenching hole. “Four, Baby Blue. This isn’t a negotiation. I need you safe.”

“You’re so controlling.” And so damn sexy.

He hums. “And you love me like crazy.”

I caress his dreads and let my finger rub against the mole on his cheek. “I think we’re both crazy here.”

He sniffs dismissively. “Would you like yourboyfriendto show you something?”

I raise my brow at him. “Is thatsomethingin your pants?”

“Would love nothing more than to be inside you,” he whispers, licking his lips. “And reach even deeper. But we both need to leave soon.”

He doesn’t care about being punctual; he just wants me to feel the sweet suffering that comes with the wait, and God, I love him and hate him right now.

He lifts a square box from the seat next to him and sets it on the table behind me.

“What is it?” I smile expectantly.

“Raise your clothes over your collarbone.”

I do as he orders, listening to him open the box.

He’s holding…two little pink nipple clamps with a rose gold chain dangling between them. The sight of the two teasing toys in addition to the cold air hitting my bare chest makes me shiver.

“They are equipped with tension adjustments, to control the pleasure and the pain,” he lets me know as he licks his thumb and strokes it over my nipple to turn it hard. As soon as it does he applies the clamp. I hiss at the sudden sharp pinch, and then Uri’s tongue pushes inside my mouth twisting around mine as he rubs my other nipple before attaching the other clamp.

“How’s that?” he asks, as he keeps giving me short, wet kisses.

My nipples sting, the discomfort is manageable and arousing. My chest was a bit tender from last night and the days before that, but the extra tenderness actually intensifies the pleasure.

“Perfect.” Hearing my reply, he curls his lips into a crooked smile. It soon turns twisted and a little scary, so why does my hole clench eagerly around nothing?

His finger flickering against the clamp makes me jerk back.

“Sensitive.” He stares intently at my chest. His tongue comes out, and he plays with the piercing there, twisting it around and biting it. I wince and gasp, imagining him doing it on my nipples.

When his teasing eyes meet mine, I know he’s doing it on purpose. Is it some kind of a punishment? Uri knows by now that I can never resist him. Seriously, sometimes I detest how easily I fold like wet paper whenever he touches me. It’s infuriating considering that he could make me do whatever he wants.

“Now turn around, push your ass out and bend over the table,” he instructs me with a slap on my side…and this is exactly what I’m talking about.

I release the grip on my clothes, letting the fabric cover my torso again—I can’t see the little clamps under it.

“But I thought?—”

He cuts me off. “I won’t fuck you.” He slides me to the edge of his knees and helps me turn around.

When I stand up, he unbuttons my jeans and pushes them down without taking them off before giving my back a little tug. I move my chest toward the table surface, pointing my thong-clad butt in Uri’s direction.

He slides a finger over the thong’s edge and pushes the flimsy strip covering my crack to the side.

I see his hand on the box again, grabbing four small balls attached in a series with a flared end.

His lips brush my ear as he starts talking. “They are called anal beads, used to stimulate the nerve endings of your anus through movement.”

I suck in a sharp breath when I feel something cold dripping on my ass. It’s lube. Then a finger spears my hole, followed by another. “Every step you take will make you think of me, even though I won’t be there,” he rumbles as I feel the first ball slip inside me, cold compared to Uri’s fingers.