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He sidled around front again. His palm completely missed my tits, for some reason, and landed on my chin; weird, I thought he’d have better aim, being a commando.

Duke cupped the side of my face with his big rough stupid beautiful bear paw of a hand. “Butthis…”

His thumb brushed over my cheekbone, just beneath my eye. I had to meet his gaze then, and those eyes of his, good god, those eyes…they burned into me. They seemed able to see my secrets and insecurities, which I work so hard to hide.

“This, Temple Kennedy. This face of yours?” That big thumb, sliding again over my lips, then my cheekbone. “Your face is the most beautiful part of you.”

“Bullshit.” Now…why did I whisper that?

And why did I sound so…like I was obviously lying? Or maybe I just sounded desperate to believe him, but afraid to.

He ignored me yet again. Remained in front of me, cupping my face, but his other hand slid around to find my ass again. “And let me tell you something, Fancy. If I blow anything up your ass, it sure as hell won’t be smoke.” His long middle finger teased up and down the crack of my butt.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh my god.

Did he just?

“Is that a hint at fucking me in the ass?” I demanded.

His teeth sank into my earlobe, and then his whisper huffed hot on my ear. “Not a hint, sweetheart. A promise.” He cupped my ass cheek, lifted, pulled it aside, and then let it bounce free. “This ass? It was made to be fucked. Slowly, over the course of hours, until you’re begging me to just fuck you and come inside you. And, when I do? You’ll come so hard for so long it’ll hurt. You’ll squirt everywhere.”

His other hand cupped my pussy, a fingertip teasing my clit. “You ever come so hard you squirt?”

I shook my head. “N-no.”

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun, Fancy.”

I was dripping with desire; I felt it sliding down my thighs. I needed him to touch me. I needed him to make me come; Duke has me worked up, has me twitching and gasping and desperate.

“Stop teasing me, goddammit,” I said.

He slid a finger against my clit. “Wanna come, huh?”

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“How bad?” He pressed that fingertip against my clit in a light, teasing touch.

I thrusted against his finger. “Really bad.”

Duke’s finger circled slowly, touching gently. The contact had me writhing, pushing my hips forward in an attempt to get more, but he easily thwarted my efforts, continuing to tease me. “I don’t know if I believe you, Fancy.”

His chest was hard against my back, his cock a thick, semi-erect ridge between us. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, struggling against the shirt binding my wrists together behind my back. Tried again to thrust against his fingertip.

“Please, Duke,” I whispered.

“I like that,” he growled in response. “Hearing you beg.”

I hissed in irritation. “Oh yeah? It makes you hot and horny to hear me beg, huh? You get off on power trips? Fine, I’ll beg.”

I pivoted away from him, stood facing him, hands bound behind my back, naked except for the rolled-up lace of my bralette. I felt the fire sparking in my eyes as I spoke, putting the lie to my plea.

“Please, Duke. Please,” I said, my voice monotone, uninflected. “I’m begging you, make me come. I’m desperate. Oh please.”

His mouth curved in an amused grin. “You’re a saucy little minx, aren’t you?”