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W ith one eye on my laptop and my phone in hand, I pace the motel carpeting. Likely unchanged since the ‘80s, the once-turquoise tone has been stained, cleaned, and faded until it resembles dirty water. My accommodations are nowhere near five-star—hell, they’d be lucky to pull a solid three—but they’re convenient to my target, and that’s all I care about. In my line of work, I’ve seen worse.

So has she.

Movement triggers the security footage I’m monitoring, bringing my computer to life. An older unit, its picture is a grainy black and white, showing little more than the general shape of residents coming in and out. But I’d know this particular resident anywhere. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this resident for one goddamn second since I felt her under my hands in that pink room. Since she rode and writhed and came all over my cock.

I need more.

I watch Everly jiggle her key in the lock of the apartment complex and let herself inside, then I switch to my other feed and wait.

This image is clear and in full color, the camera brand-new and high-tech. While the one at the front door belongs to the complex, I placed my own in the hallway so I could keep an eye out for suspicious activity.

Setting my phone down, I take a drink from the bottle of water on the table and glance at the “No Smoking” sign on the desk, debating whether I really care.

The answer is no.

Pulling a cigarette from the pack next to the laptop, I hold it between my lips, too transfixed by the woman on the screen to bother lighting it.

Once she enters her apartment, my ability to monitor her is cut off.

Sort of.

I’d be slacking if I didn’t have other methods, but contrary to Tanner’s jokes, I’m not trying to invade her privacy—I’m just not comfortable leaving her alone. This motel around the corner from her complex is already farther away than I’d like.

She has my room number; the only thing to do is wait.

Will you come to me, Everly?

Needing a distraction, I spend the next hour catching up with the eyes I have in strategic places around the world. Before long, my phone pings, notifying me that my subject is on the move.

Opening the tracking app, I watch her dot leave the parking lot—on foot, because she refuses to drive anywhere her feet can reasonably carry her—and turn left on the corner at the end of the block.

A thrill shivers through my body.

She’s walking toward the motel. I knew she’d be too curious to resist.

After pausing at the curb, the dot moves closer, winding around the building until she’s on top of me. I smile to myself.

Very soon, it’ll be the other way around.

She stands there for far too long, but I won’t make the first move. She needs to make this decision for herself.

Finally, I hear it. A brush against the door, too quiet to be a knock. My blood pressure kicks up higher. My body is nearly vibrating, ready to rip the door open and fling her onto the bed, but I don’t move from the chair.

Patience.

“Now,” I whisper into the empty room, “let’s see if you’re brave enough.”

Once she steps into this room, she’s mine.

The tracking dot shows she hasn’t moved, but when the silence persists for several minutes, I walk to the door, stopping inches away.

Seconds go by…then a minute. I pivot so my back is to the door, leaning my head against the surface. Letting my eyes close, I imagine her out there, unsure of what she’s getting herself into.

I can’t help but think of the days when I rested against a different wall, talking to the woman on the other side for hours. When she told me she’d see me soon, I wonder if she believed it would ever be possible.

I didn’t.

When the knock comes, it’s light-handed but resolute.

She came to me.

Allowing no time for hesitation, I move to the side, flip the lock, and pull the heavy door open with enough force that it slams into the wall. Before it can fall shut, I lash out like a viper, grip her wrist, and haul her inside. Her gasp lights my nerves like a fuse, and I release her into the room as the door closes, latching automatically.

The lion and his lone gazelle.

She’s all mine.

Catching her balance, she darts her gaze to the door, like she’s wondering if she made a mistake. Her pupils dilate as adrenaline hits her bloodstream.

I’ll give her

one

last

chance.

I give a low rumble of warning. A tilt of the head. “Are you ready for me?”

My eyes drift to her full tits, heaving under her sweater, then rise to her parted lips. She wets them with the tip of her tongue, her gaze flickering from the door to my face, then down to my lower body, where I feel it like fingers sliding along my cock. I’m half-hard already.

Sucking a deep breath in through her nose, she straightens her spine, hesitation replaced by resolve. She dips her chin.

Fuck. Yes.

I’m practically salivating. The pink room was just a taste, hardly a blip in the scope of what I want to do to that delicious body.

Glancing between Everly and the bed, I take a quick mental inventory of the items at my disposal. It’s not hard to get creative. A cup of ice sits next to the water bottle on the desk. Sheets can be used for tying, pillowcases for blindfolds. Of course, women wear any number of items that can come in handy for light bondage, so there’s no need to look too far.

What I really want is to feel her squirming beneath me—her soft, wet heat, the sounds she’ll make when I have all the time in the world to explore. To find those little triggers that will make her scream my name until she never wants another to leave her lips.

She watches me closely, her breath leaving in a sharp exhale that exposes her thoughts.

“Fair warning,” I say, taking a step forward. “This won’t be an easy ride this time.”

She swallows. “I don’t expect it to be.”

That’s all the permission I need.

“Good.” I angle my chin toward the floor. “Then get on your knees.”

Her eyes flare.

My dick grows hard as a steel pipe—to borrow a phrase I never thought I’d use from those smutty novels Everly used to read. “Care to test me? Because I never back down from a challenge.”

It only takes a few heartbeats, a slight, visible pulse along the side of her throat, and she sinks to the floor.

I draw a hissing breath through my teeth and let it out as a sharp pang of lust hits me.

Perfect.

Even fully clothed, she’s never been so sexy. That nervous determination in the tight set of her jaw—she may not be a natural submissive, but curiosity has her here, on her knees, wanting to explore the connection we once had. Handing me her trust.

It’s a gift that unravels the last threads of bitterness I’ve been holding on to.

Our past is history. She’s here now.

And she’s mine.

Stepping in so my feet bracket her calves, I look at her. “Let your hair down for me.”

Her hands sink into the mass of hair knotted in a thick pile on the top of her head. Once released, it falls in a heavy cascade over her shoulders and down her back.

“Look at you. On your knees for me.” Humming with satisfaction, I trail my knuckles down the side of her face. “You’ve needed this for a long time, haven’t you? Someone to take control. Make your blood sing with the thrill of it. Push your limits, then reward you when you’re good.”

She glances down.

“Unless it’s not a reward you’re after…”

I bite back a smile when she pulls in an audible breath.

Wrapping my hand around her chin, I lift, letting my fingers dig into her jaw. “Look at me, Everly.”

With glittering eyes, she obeys.

“I see you, fighting the urge to flip me off and see what happens.” I drop my hand to my side. “Remove my belt.”

She hesitates…but only for a second, then she reaches for me.

My cock swells, so engorged it’s painful. But delaying gratification is worth the wait. For both of us.

When she places the belt in my open palm, I fold it in half, pulling the ends sharply so the snap echoes through the room.

A shiver travels through her body.

“Now, take me out. Then put your hands behind your back.”

She unzips my jeans, freeing my erection from my boxers. Her nostrils flare when it jerks in her hand, but she releases me and follows my direction.

Circling behind her, I loop my belt around her wrists and secure them. Coming to a stop in front, I tuck her hair behind her ears, letting my fingers trail down the side of her face with more tenderness than I knew I was capable of.

Damn. If I thought she was sexy before…

The way she looks now—bound and helpless, handing me her trust—nearly makes me come right where I stand.

“You’re doing so well,” I whisper, running my thumb over her bottom lip. “Open for me.”

Gathering her hair in my hands, I slide my cock inside her willing mouth, not getting far before she gags. If we continue with these games, we’ll have to keep building her tolerance until she can take all of me. But today, I have plans that include much more. If I play my cards right, it won’t be the last time I have her like this.

Then we’ll explore every fantasy our depraved minds can come up with.

“Christ, you’re spectacular like this.” I grip her hair close to the scalp, holding her steady as I piston my hips, driving into her mouth over and over.

She sighs through her nose, taking me deeper, keeping up with my thrusts.

Letting my head fall back, I keep a tight leash on my control. But before long, the build toward climax begins, tightening my abdomen.

Fuck.

Reluctantly, I pull back.

She licks her lips, tasting the essence left behind, then leans forward, chasing me.

I tighten my hand in her hair, jerking her head up so she’ll pay attention. “Not yet. Before we move on, we’re going to try something.”

Leaning over her, I unwrap her wrists and toss the belt onto the bed. Her arms drop to her sides, and I sweep one of them up in mine, slipping her hand beneath my shirt so her fingers rest lightly against my stomach.

“Now, I want you to take a deep breath for me. Relax your throat. Let’s see how much you can take.” I know I’m asking a lot; so far, she’s barely been able to go down halfway. I lay my hand over hers. “When it’s too much, dig your fingernails into my skin. I promise, I’ll stop.”

She nods, and I wait for her to fill her lungs with air. Then I guide my swollen cock over her tongue. This time, I push forward, my hand pressed to the back of her head, easing her down the length of me.

“That’s it. Take it. Breathe through your nose.”

When she starts to choke, I stop moving, stroking the side of her face as I wait for her cue.

Her gaze locks with mine, glittering with determination.

Watch this , it says.

My smile is devious.

She pushes forward until her nose touches my skin. Then she swallows around me. Once. Twice. Tears stream down her cheeks and wet her hair, but she never looks away.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I’m a second away from losing it when her nails dig into my skin. Backing off, I run my fingers through the knots in her hair, waiting while she catches her breath.

“How’d I do?” Her smile is wicked. She knows exactly how she did.

Lifting her to her feet, I yank her to me and slam my lips against hers. My hand moves to her throat, where I rub my thumb over her thudding pulse. Then, I squeeze…just enough.

She moans. Teeth trap my bottom lip, clamping down hard enough to draw blood. Fuck, this woman is perfect.

But we’re not done yet.

I push her away and collapse into the oversized desk chair. My breathing is ragged. I’m right on the edge of throwing her down and taking her now—but I want so much more.

“Undress for me.” My pants are still open, my legs spread wide.

Urgently, her fingers fly over the buttons of her cardigan.

“Not like that.”

Her gaze flies to mine.

“My time was cut short in the champagne room. You still owe me.”

A laugh bursts from her. “You got more in the champagne room than any patron could dream of. We’re even.”

“Ah, but you are no prostitute, Bee. And I’m no patron. You rode my cock because you wanted it. Now, what I want is to watch you take off your clothes. Slowly. Just for me.”

Her eyes spark with challenge.

I’ve never seen anything so entrancing as the way she slides her hands over her thighs and up her ribcage, pulling her shirt up with her. She teases me relentlessly while I lean back in the chair, jeans open, a raging hard-on protruding from the fly.

With an agonizingly slow rhythm, she removes every scrap of material, her body flowing through graceful dance moves like rippling water. For a few minutes, I let her tease me, torment me. Have her fun.

Damn, she’s good at this.

My fingers clench the arms in a death grip, and I imagine running my tongue over every inch of bare skin. By the time her dance is over, my mouth is watering for the taste of her.

I’m fucking ravenous.

Before she realizes I’ve left the chair, she’s off her feet.

Landing on the mattress with a soft bounce, she beckons me with a crooked finger as I strip off my jeans and boxers in one move.

“Come here.” The rasp in her voice sends a rush of blood to my groin, and she drops her head back, exposing her throat.

Propped on her elbows with her thighs spread wide, she gives me a view I wasn’t graced with yesterday during our frenzied fucking on the couch.

Sexy as hell.

But …

“Oh, no.” My strides are deliberately slow as I move around the side of the bed. Grabbing the belt, I drag it over her—from the apex of her thighs, over her taut stomach, and between her breasts. “I’m afraid that’s not how this works.”

Did she think that strip tease meant I’d let her stay in control? That was all for me.

“Really, Bee. You’ll learn.” I pinch a nipple between my fingers, hard.

Her breath catches. Goosebumps break out over her skin. And just like that, the power shifts back.

Her entire body shudders when I whisper, “Hands over your head.”

If I were better equipped, I’d have an array of handcuffs, ties, paddles, toys that would keep her edged until she begged for release. But for now, I wrap the belt around her wrists once again, attaching it to the bottom of the headboard.

She gives an obligatory tug at the binds, then turns her attention back to me, spreading her legs even wider.

Fuck, yes. It’s time to satisfy this hunger.

I start at her neck, feasting on the tender skin over her pulse point, then run my tongue along the curve of her collarbone and down to those luscious breasts.

And fuck, the way she says my name when I bite and lick and suck her nipples until they’re hard pink pebbles.

Finally, I move down, settling lower, where I take the time to inhale, brushing the insides of her thighs with the scruff of my beard. There’s nothing better than the scent of a woman’s arousal, and this one is an aphrodisiac made just for me.

“ Yes .” She squirms under me, lifting her hips in search of my mouth. “Please.”

“Mmm, no. I don’t think you’re ready yet.” I back off.

She is, but I can’t resist teasing her when she’s tied and helpless like this. If she’s willing to give me this kind of control, I’ll be damned if I don’t make it worth every second.

The cry that leaves her is pure frustration. It sends a jolt through my groin. “Isaac— dammit .”

“Shh.” A dark chuckle leaves me; I am absolutely going to spank her for that.

While she squirms, I snatch my shirt, twisting it into a spiral. It’ll serve my purpose well enough.

Returning to the bed, I straddle her, running my index finger over her lips until she opens them. Then I lay the twisted shirt between her teeth, instructing her to hold it there. I don’t bother securing it—all we need is something for her to bite down on.

“We don’t want anyone to worry when I make you scream.”

Her gaze turns heated. Smoldering.

Holding her thighs wide, I finally allow myself to dive in. Running my tongue between those soft, wet lips, I lap at the silky skin, savoring the first taste. She moans, long and low, bringing her legs up and over my shoulders. Her heels dig into my back as she arches her hips, searching for more friction.

I back off every time I get her to the brink, chuckling at her muffled protests. Denying her release is its own brand of torture, and I fucking get off on it.

But now, I need more. That’s the thing about addictive personalities: we can always find something to fixate on, and she’s my latest fix.

Fuck, she tastes so sweet.

My tongue swirls in circles, up and down, while she bucks and whimpers and moans, her legs shaking uncontrollably. And when she arches off the bed, muscles tight and body convulsing, I clamp my hands around her hips, pin her to the bed, and devour her.

She screams into the T-shirt until she’s hoarse.

Oh yeah, I’m addicted, all right.

She lies there, limp and panting, while I remove the shirt from between her lips. Then I climb up her body and kiss her, long and deep, making her taste herself on my tongue.

I’m going to smell her on me for days, and I’ll enjoy every damn second of it.

Sooner than I’d like, I back away. We have all night, but there’s more I’m dying to do. Everly’s face is flushed, her hairline damp, but the look in her eyes is hungrier than ever.

“I need more,” she whispers.

Read my mind.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Reaching up to her wrists, I test the belt to make sure it isn’t too tight. “Hands okay?”

She nods. I’ll let her loose soon enough, but for now?—

“Good.” Before she can blink, I have her folded in half, knees up to her shoulders, putting her in a position where I can enjoy her startled expression when my hand cracks against her ass.

Wide eyes and a sharp gasp are my rewards, along with the large pink handprint forming on her skin.

When I follow the smack with five more, fast and hard, she cries out, rolling her body futilely. If there’s a next time, I’ll have her pick a safe word, but the way she holds her legs high and wiggles her ass after I’ve let go tells me she’s fine.

I give her one last smack for good measure, and she moans.

Fucking hell.

I’m already thinking ten steps ahead, running through all the things I’ll do when I have her for the third, the fifth, the twentieth time.

I wonder if I could ever get enough of a woman like her.

Unlikely.

“Are you going to fuck me, or what?” The sultry tease in her voice interrupts my plans.

“Oh, you’re asking for it.”

“I really am.”

Well then, I hope she’s ready.

Opening the buckle of my belt, I release her wrists. A little bondage is fun, but now, I need to feel her hands on me.

“Hold on to the back of your knees, Bee. Keep them pulled up as high as you can.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice.

When she’s spread open wide, her glistening cunt in full, glorious view, I settle between her thighs, drag my cock through that wetness, and line up.

Then I slam home. She cries out, back arching so high it looks painful, and I scoop her body into mine, thrusting several times—hard and deep. And after all our foreplay, I’m close to the edge myself.

Time to let go.

My cock throbs inside her tight heat, and she responds, squeezing her inner muscles. Milking me.

“Time to hold on,” I whisper against her cheek.

Her arms wrap around my neck. “Take me, Isaac,” she rasps, and bites down on my earlobe.

That’s all I need; my control snaps, and I rut into her like a wild animal unleashed, barely aware of the tiny voice in the back of my head warning me not to break her. But, despite how she may look, Everly is no delicate flower.

“Oh… Oh… Oh, my God .” Her moans strike a tempo with my pounding. Her legs wrap around my waist as she hangs on for dear life. It’s not long before her muscles begin to tighten, to clamp down around me, and her cries edge toward desperation.

A high keening vibrates in her throat.

Throwing her head back, she bucks into me, muscles clenching and releasing as she implodes.

I don’t bother covering her mouth this time. I don’t fucking care. I’m too close to the edge. So close.

Pounding into her faster, I chase it.

“Harder,” she yells. “Isaac…harder.”

I have no fucking problem going harder.

She convulses again with another orgasm that practically turns her inside out. “Isaac. Isaac. Oh, my God…”

Her muscles grip me like a vise, sending me straight off the edge.

I don’t just fall—I fucking explode. My cock swells and throbs, spilling inside her until my vision blurs. I’m seeing stars, planets, a whole goddamn galaxy.

It’s not an orgasm. It’s a motherfucking catharsis.

Her groans mix with mine, sweat forming a slippery sheen over our bodies. With our foreheads pressed together, we come down slowly, panting and shaking until my muscles can’t hold me.

She protests, reaches for me when I pull out. But there’s one more thing I want before I can rest.

Sliding down her body, I bite at her inner thighs until they fall open again, while she laughs and pulls at my hair.

“Let me see.” I spread her wide, watching that tight little hole clench with aftershocks, spilling my release down her skin and onto the sheets. She’s fucking flooded with me. Dripping.

I’ve never seen anything hotter.

Still sensitive, Everly jolts when I dip inside. Gathering the mess on my fingers, I reach up and push them between her lips.

She knows what I want.

Once she’s sucked me clean, I replace them with my tongue, thrusting slowly against hers in an echo of what we just did.

What I’m already planning to do again.

Laughing with the endorphin high, she flings an arm over her eyes. “I’m exhausted.”

“Fine.” I collapse onto the mattress next to her, wrapping a hand lightly around her throat. I turn her toward me, claiming her swollen lips one last time. “I guess I can allow a quick breather before round two.”