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She’s standing there like an expectant student, naked, with every desire to please in her eyes, and I can’t find any sense of decency at all. I want to take advantage of her. I want to make her please me in every filthy way I can think of. I want to wreck myself on her young, beautiful body.

I want to leave her shattered and soaked in my cum.

“Should...” Eden clears her husky throat. “Should I sit?”

My balls throb. I can almost taste her arousal, feel her heat. The thought of having her dutiful little ass nestled against my cock makes my vision haze.

I’m not pretending to be a good man anymore.

If she’s offering, I’m indulging every desire I have for her until she begs me to stop.

I lean forward and, ever so lightly, I cup the sides of her legs as she stands in front of me.

Her whole body tenses, and I almost groan at the instant response.

I wasn’t supposed to touch her yet, but I can’t help myself.

There’s too much of her I haven’t discovered yet, and I need it now like I need oxygen, or sleep.

I deserve it.

So, I allow my fingertips to trail up the outside of her silky thighs, luxuriating in the shivery softness of her skin. I trace the gooseflesh that rises over her hips. I curve my hands around her round ass until her breaths come in shaky little pants, and she trembles in my grip.

The trembles do it for me.

My sweet, obedient girl.

Drunk on her submission, I draw her in and press my mouth against her abdomen, tasting the salt on her delicate, tearable skin.

Eden’s sharp, indrawn breath is startled, caught off guard by the sudden contact, and I can hardly blame her. There’s nothing artful in this. I’m just taking what is on offer.

Her cunt is inches away, drugging me, and I roll my head against her stomach, fighting for control. My nose trails down, and I drag in a deep, hungry breath.

I could part her now, split her with my tongue and taste all the slick, warm desperation she’s made for me.

I could make her squirm, just like Lucien did.

It’s been so long since I’ve had a woman like this, but I recall enough.

It’s no matter if I can’t, in any case. I’ll simply pin her beneath me and fuck her with my tongue until it all comes back to me.

She’s already quaking, my poor little doll. Her soft curves and secret nooks and her wet, wet heat beg to be explored with tongue and teeth and?—

“ Fuck , Jasper.”

Lucien’s rough, explosive curse cuts through my fog.

My fingers are buried in her soft ass, my tongue on her skin, and she’s shaking like a leaf.

Ah.

I’m . . . mauling her.

“Jesus, sugar.” Jaykob rolls his shoulders as he rakes his eyes over us, leaning back on his post. “Just get yourself a dog. Less mess.”

My cheeks flood with heat, and I roll my forehead against her stomach.

Where on earth is my self-control? If there’s any benefit at all to being with a man fifteen years her senior, surely it’s that I can keep myself in check.

Breathing hard, embarrassment choking me, I lift my eyes to Eden’s.. . but she doesn’t look disappointed.

She looks debauched .

Her pupils are dilated, dark, and her bottom lip is drawn punishingly between her teeth like her needy little mouth just needed something to suck on. Her breasts are trembling above me, limned in sweat, and her scent is everywhere.

Suddenly, I don’t care what Jaykob is sneering from his perch.

Eden’s need is violent.

I don’t believe in a god, but something divine must be gracing me, that she still wants me like this, because I don’t know how I could have stopped myself from touching her tonight.

I’ve stepped outside of my rules now. I’m far from my safe paths, and I’m deep in the woods.

I’m lost in Eden.

Her hair falls from behind her ear, curtaining us both.

“Jasper,” she whispers.

It’s a question. A plea. Her desperation soothes my own, shaping it, forging it into something sharp and cruel and endlessly delighted.

In this unprivate place, we’re finally together, and not galaxies apart.

“I know, darling girl.”

I bring a curled finger up between her thighs, and very gently, I brush it along the hot seam of her cunt. She quivers, spilling over my finger, and I gather up her dripping need, captivated by her texture and heat and how very much in agony she is right now.

When I lift my hand to my mouth, her breath catches on a frustrated sob that strokes my cock. Her taste taunts me, bright and tart with a secret, pleasant lewdness.

I need to spend hours with my face between her legs.

I’ll make Lucien hold them apart for me and hurt her every time she comes, make her scream until she learns just how exquisite the pain can feel.

I bite her stomach hard enough to bruise, and she squeaks like a chew toy.

I raise an amused brow at her as I sit back, drunk on the taste of her, on her awful, aching need, on how good she’s being in spite of it—far better behaved than my Lucien.

He is still panting almost as hard as Eden, and Jaykob is still sneering, but with an audience or without, it hardly matters.

My librarian is in pain.

And I happen to know just what to do about that.

“My dear girl.” I pick up her list again, tapping it on the edge of the armchair. Her foggy gaze follows it like it’s fanged. “Is there anything you’re concerned about? Anything you’d like to add?”

“No, Jasper.” Her voice is barely audible. A sweet, scratchy whisper.

“Then bend over my lap,” I order hoarsely, and watch as her throat cords.

“Thank you, Jasper.”

Thank you.

No bratting from my librarian anymore. Just sweet, artless submission. My name, over and over, falling from her lips like bombfire.

She steps around my legs, studying my thighs like she’s not sure how to splay herself, or the right way to bend. There’s no delicate way to do it, so I watch her indecision with throbbing, indulgent amusement.

But as she steps in close, she absently reaches out a hand, like she’s a princess stepping into a carriage—and I change my mind in an instant.

She is delicate as she grasps my fingertips.

Graceful as she lies over my lap. The elegant line of her arched back makes her into an instrument ready to be played. Orpheus’s lyre, bewitching us all.

Her breasts press against one thigh, heavy and full, and her legs split over the other. Her pussy is hot and wet against the tailored fabric, soaking my thigh. My teeth lock together as she shifts to get comfortable, her stomach rubbing against my stiff cock.

She’s everywhere, draped over me in erotic swells and carnal, feminine softness. I’ve never felt her like this—so close, so injuriously everywhere. There’s no distance now, no manners.

Fuck my control.

I’ve never felt her cunt before.

Want pounds through my cock, and her heart is stuttering against me. As I watch, her ass twitches, flinching in agonized anticipation of a blow, and I want to purr like a lion over a kill.

“Eden, stop. He’s a fucking?—”

“You’re making a mess of me already,” I murmur, breaking over Jaykob’s protest as if he weren’t here, ignoring the sudden slam against his restraints. It’s not his safeword, so I don’t particularly care.

Her face, pink cheeked and lost, is pressed deep into the armchair, but I see her embarrassment at the remark. The way her eyes squeeze shut, and her hips shift as if that will stop the way she’s leaking over me.

I bring my hand soothingly up the back of Eden’s trembling thigh, and my fingers brush through her dampness. I trail over the cleft of her ass and watch her shiver before I repeat the deceptive strokes.

So charmingly nervous.

“Eden, remind me what you told Lucien earlier, while he had his disobedient cock fucking all over your cunt?”

She jerks on my lap, and like a cat pouncing on escaping prey, I slap her ass on instinct, right where the curve meets her thigh.

The smack is snappy, vibrant, and her ass jiggles hypnotically.

Supple and bouncy and pliable, my palm sinks into her lush softness.

It’s a warming slap, it barely stings, but she yelps like I’ve whipped her.

My fingers sink into her pinkening skin, calming her, then hungrily, I pull her open so I can see her bare little asshole and the wet sheen of her pussy, only to squeeze her cheeks together again.

I’m spiraling, imagining every filthy thing I could bury inside those tight holes.

Imagining how those cheeks would squeeze my cock, and how she’d let me fuck every inch of myself into her while she lay there like the good, amiable girl she is.

I give her another warming slap for good measure, and my lips curve at her nervy gasp.

I could spank this ass for hours.

“Did you forget, sweet girl?” I purr, tracing the dusty pink stains. She marks so effortlessly. “You gave him such insistent orders. I would enjoy learning, since you find me so deficient in the giving of them.”

Eden must hear the danger, because her indrawn breath is slow and tremulous against the armchair.

“I— I told him to ignore you. I begged him to... to make me come and—” I move my hand, and her bare foot flinches up in preemptive protection and she bursts out, “Please, I didn’t want him to stop.

I wanted to come. I want to come. Please. Jasper, I...”

I press my thumb into the slick mess between her legs, pushing it against her until I have her clit pinched and pinned against my thigh. Her pretty begging is cut off with a pained moan, her breathing becoming ragged again.

It brightens every nerve ending. It fills me with vicious, biting hunger as she fights her instincts to squirm. Her pussy is pink and silken and wet. It’s spread for me to toy with, to hurt.

All my base instincts want to come out and play with her.

“Item one on your limits list, Eden—are you a dominant? Remind me what you selected.” I pluck at her clit, like it truly is a string on a lyre, and I’m rewarded with a high whimper.

I glance up to see Jaykob roll his eyes at the question.

Joyless oaf.

“I don’t . . . You already know what I?—”

Smack .

The lively, sharp sting bursts over her open pussy, over my fingers, and she jerks back into me again with a shocked gasp. She sobs, and I pulse with pitiless, biting delight. She’s too easy. That twitching little clit is right there—so very sensitive, so very mine.

I want to smack it again.

It’s dangerous, how drunk on her I am. How greedy I am for every squirm, every gasp. I’ve had Lucien every night strung up and whipped raw, had him spread and fuckable beneath me just hours ago, and I feel the same kind of feral thrill now. I’m ready to come in my pants.

Over a spanking .

It’s . . . unprecedented.

“Answer the question,” I generously advise. I hope that she doesn’t, though. More than anything, I want her to give me an excuse to watch her flinch. My fingers toy with her pussy, ruthlessly avoiding her clit. “Are you a dominant?”

Lucien’s breathing roughens further as I taunt her, and Eden’s head snaps around to give him a panicked look. Catching it, he chokes out a laugh, and I need to suppress my own amusement.

“ Promptly , Eden.”

At my silken warning, she yelps, “No! I marked no. I’m not a dominant. Or a switch. I don’t want... That’s not me.”

She looks up at me over her shoulder, her hair falling over the armchair to the floor, and I look down at her patiently through my glasses. Satisfaction purrs through my chest. “No. You’re aneedy little submissive, aren’t you?”

Her eyes glaze at the question. Or at me, perhaps, from the way she stares. Her hips shift restlessly over my lap, and my balls squeeze at the rush of moisture that escapes her, spilling over my fingers and onto my slacks.

She’s as drunk on this as I am.

Her tongue darts out to dampen her lips. “Yes, Jasper.”

I drag in a sharp breath through my nose, my pulse throbbing in my temple, my cock trying to punch through my slacks.

“Hm, that’s what I thought,” I murmur, then I tsk , scolding. “Now, now, clever girl, if you’re going to play with dominants, then you really should remember the fundamentals.”

She’s new. Don’t break her.

Don’t break her.

Don’t break her.

Don’t break her.

With one fist, I grasp the back of her hair and drag her head back. She follows me, her expression a precious tangle of trust and nerves and pleading. I bend her until she’s deeply arched over my lap, and her breasts bounce over my thigh.

I won’t break her.

I’ll only . . . bend her a little.

Her breath stalls, her eyes flicking up to mine as she waits.

“Submissives don’t give orders,” I croon.

The image of Lucien’s cock running down her clit, seeking purchase, desperate to fuck into her is scalded into my brain. Their boldness with one another is so vastly different to how they are with me. Precious. It made me want to fuck them both.

Hard.

My fingers tighten in that dark, glorious hair until her breath catches, and I let my pique from earlier show in my face. Her nipples tighten, teasing my thigh, and my lip curls back at the sight. I could hurt her for that too.

It’s cruel, how she makes me want her. Merciless, how her body tempts me.

She’s a spiteful thing, to have kept it from me for so long.

My fingers between her thighs sink in deep, invading her hot, clutching walls, and she groans as I explain.

“If you want to come, you ask my permission. If you want to touch yourself, you ask my permission. And if you want Lucien to fuck you, then you’d both better beg me for it.”

Outrage and acquiescence war on her flushed face, and I shudder with want as I kiss her cheek. She smells like wildflowers. Wildflowers and sex.

“I own you both now,” I whisper against her skin. “Do you understand?”

Eden sighs, and for a moment, as her body sinks into me again, I’m sure her acquiescence will win out.

But then . . . Jaykob.