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He reached for me, never taking his gaze off mine. Without him saying another word, I understood that he was giving me time to think, to decide if I wanted to know what would happen next.
I did.
With paced, deliberate movements, he tangled his hand in my hair, increasing the pressure bit by bit until it transitioned from uncomfortable into pain. Nothing that would make me cry or even cause my eyes to water, but it held that edge that tightened things low in my belly.
It excited me, I realized with a start, to know that he had the ability to harm me, the power necessary to cause true hurt, but that he held himself in check.
With a sharp yank, he jerked my head back, and I gasped, more from surprise than the extra jolt that went through my scalp.
“I’m your teacher from this point on. Understood?”
I tried to nod, wincing as the movement pulled my hair again. “Yes, Mr. Lexington.”
Three
Nate
Damn, that was hot. I didn’t even need to remind her what to call me. I had a feeling I was going to need to change what I had my employees call me. While I doubted hearing my name from just anyone would make me hard, it would be extremely embarrassing if it accidentally happened in the middle of important business. A loss of self-control in any situation wasn’t a good thing, but I prided myself on my self-control when it came to sex.
And now I knew what I wanted to do. Immediately.
“Are you planning to go see your mom right now?” I asked as I released her hair.
Her eyes flicked down to her clothes. “I was at least going to get some more clothes on first. I don’t think anyone wants to see me go from here to there wearing only this.”
My eyes narrowed, and I couldn’t stop the growl that came from inside me. “No one gets to see you like this except me.”
Her lips twitched, and the glint in her eyes told me she was amused. I kept my face expressionless, waiting to see how I should react to whatever came next.
“What about my mom? Can she see me like this?”
I knelt in front of her and put my hands on her knees. The moment my fingers slid up her thighs, the laughter on her face died.
“Making light of an order.” I brushed my thumbs along the insides of her thighs. “I think that deserves a special kind of punishment, don’t you?”
Her eyes went wide, but the heat in them increased. If I put my fingers on her pulse, I didn’t doubt I’d feel it racing. My own was beating faster than normal at just the thought of what I wanted to do to her.
“In your previous research, did you happen to take a look at something called orgasm denial?”
Her cheeks flooded with color. “No, but I can guess what it entails.”
“After this morning, you won’t have to guess anymore.” I pushed her t-shirt higher on her hips. “I’m going to take you to the edge so many times…” I pushed her legs farther apart and pressed a kiss to her skin. “You’re going to beg me to let you come, and eventually, I’ll allow it…maybe.”
She made a soft sound halfway between a moan and a whimper, but I didn’t know if it was because of my touch or my words. Either way, I intended to hear a lot more of those noises soon.
I gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of her seat, getting a surprised yelp out of her. I let myself have a moment to smile before getting down to business. The tip of my tongue teased between her red curls, then between her folds. She shivered as I moved my tongue over her sensitive skin, the taste of her exploding across my taste buds.
I rubbed the flat of my tongue over her clit until I felt it swelling. She tried to squirm, but I tightened my grip, flicking my tongue back and forth across that little bundle of nerves until her muscles bunched under my hands.
I rocked back on my heels but kept my eyes on her face. I wanted to see what happened when she realized I’d stopped. Her eyes went wide, then narrowed.
“Let’s move this back to the bed.” I stood and held out my hand.
Less than a minute later, I had her naked and stretched out on the still rumpled covers. I settled between her legs again, sliding a finger inside her as the thumb of my free hand moved over her clit. She twisted, and I nipped at her leg, hard enough to get her attention, but not enough to leave a mark. I was all for using a little teeth, but too much pain at once could spoil things.
“Hold still,” I instructed her. “Or I’m going to need to…get creative.”
She nodded, hands curling in the comforter. “I’ll be good.” When I raised an eyebrow, she added, “Mr. Lexington.”