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fingers, he spreads the sticky cream over my breasts, my ribs, working his way down my body until I feel his hand between my thighs. He pushes a finger into me.
    “Christ, you are so fucking wet, Lexi. So ready for my cock.” I can hear the smile in his voice, and it makes me want to open my eyes. But I don’t. I’m afraid he’ll stop if I do, so I just bite my lip and squeeze my eyes tighter. He pushes another finger into me, stretching my channel, making me gasp.
    My clit is pulsing and each breath is sawing out of my lungs like I’ve just run a marathon. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, the desperation will kill me. I’m certain of it. Never before have I felt pleasure/torment like this and I’m near to bursting.
    Clutching the armrests, I struggle to remain still. But everything inside me is dying to arch up and grind against his hand. A whimper escapes my throat.
    “Shhh,” he soothes. And then I feel his lips on me again, sucking the cream off my tight nipple. “You taste like heaven,” he groans against my skin. “So fucking sweet.”
    I groan in response, tilting my head back as he moves to the other nipple, sucking, nipping gently with his teeth. I try to focus on something other than my building orgasm, but I can’t. The feeling of his lips on me, the sharp, searing pain of his teeth biting into my flesh is more than I can take.
    Holy shit. I’m going to come.
    “Cole,” I pant. “ Please …”
    He doesn’t answer my pleas. Instead, he licks his way down my torso, swirling his tongue around my belly button before wending his way down to my swollen, aching core.
    With his hand, he spreads a healthy dollop of whipped cream on my clit, and then presses his lips against me, slowly, languidly sucking the cream off.
    It’s more than I can take.
    With one hard lick, hot pulsing pleasure jolts through me. I’m engulfed in sensation, writhing beneath him, a thready cry erupting from my throat. Ripples of delicious heat course through my body as he continues to suck and lick and fuck me with his tongue.
    And still he doesn’t release me. Instead, he pushes one finger into my channel, then another, and another until I’m stretched impossibly wide. His thumb gently caresses my clit, swirling over the swollen nub until that crest starts building again within me.
    “No, Cole, I can’t…”
    I want to move my hips, buck against him. But I don’t dare.
    “Yes. You can,” he growls. “Once more. Then I’ll fuck you.”
    The promise of his cock buried deep inside me is enough to send me over the edge again. With my head thrown back, and my nails digging into the armrests, I surrender to it. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me, sucking me under, leaving me panting and breathless.
    It’s a full minute before I can collect myself. Removing his hand from me, I can feel him pull away. My eyes flutter open just in time to see him walk out of the bedroom. I can hear the faucet in the bathroom run for a minute, before he returns with a white washcloth in his hand.
    He moves toward me with the languid self–confidence of a man who knows power and control.
    His eyes narrow as he approaches me. “You’ve disobeyed me. I haven’t given you permission to open your eyes.”
    I swallow and tilt my chin up, looking him square in the eyes. “What are you going to do about it?”
    One side of his beautiful mouth tilts upward in a half–smile. “There’s only one way to deal with disobedience. You need to be punished.”

CHAPTER SIX
    You need to be punished.
    My breath catches in my throat, and a strange sort of excitement trickles through me. My skin beings to prickle.
    Tossing the washcloth onto the table, he reaches down and curls a strong hand around my forearm, wrenching me up so that we’re standing toe to toe. My body is still half–smeared in whipped cream, but he doesn’t seem to care. Spinning me around, he bends me over the table and forces me down, my face pressed against the cold