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more...and would die if he stopped.
    "And what do you want?" One look and I saw that his fly was bulging with what he wanted. Our wants, our needs were deliciously aligned.
    "Me?" I erased the remaining distance, so close to him that I could feel every tremor of his body. Jacob was struggling to maintain his composure. If this was what taking control was like, no wonder he loved it. I felt sexy, powerful...and it was just the beginning. "I want to make you forget that anything else exists in this world except my mouth."
    I sank to my knees, hands reaching for his belt. His eyes were flashing—I was being bold—but they didn't flash with condemnation. He was thrilled, riveted; like he was watching me change before him.
    I vibrated from the inside out when he let out a deep, guttural moan as I stroked him, the fabric barely able to contain his arousal. I unzipped his fly and reached in, my hand wrapping around his bulging shaft.
    I drew closer. Mouth close enough to touch. Tongue close enough to lick. But I just stared up at him in awe. My husband, my everything, my Dom...a slave to my touch.
    I leaned in and I swore he did too. My tongue darted out and tasted the warmth of his skin, tingling as I made a line from base to tip. I watched him, enamored as my tongue swirled around the head, savoring the salty sweetness like it was honey.
    Then I engulfed him, taking him into my mouth until I felt him hit my throat. I breathed through the stars, relaxing as I took him deeper. His second moan was feral as he rocked his hips and tears sprang to my eyes. I built a steady rhythm and he let me control the beat. His fingers weaved through my hair. Tugging. Holding onto me for dear life. All I could taste was Jacob. All I could feel was Jacob.
    I took a breath, smiling up at him with my bruised lips. "I want you to-"
    He put a single finger across my lips, then trailed the finger down until he landed on my breast. He gripped the nipple tight, his eyes smoldering. "That was incredible, little sub." His grip intensified as he gestured for me to stand up, never letting go of my nipple. I gasped when he took the other, squeezing it just as savagely.
    His smile made my heart stop and my pussy clench with excitement.
    "But what you want is irrelevant. It’s my turn now."

FIVE
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    T he tables had turned. Five seconds ago, Jacob was practically on his knees; his moans begging me not to stop. Now I was the one moaning, my nipples locked in his brutal touch, dangerously close to saying the word that would end it all. He relaxed his grip slightly, his voice a gentle caress.
    "Do you want to proceed?"
    The throb in my nipples spread out over me, a whisper that built in pitch until my body screamed for more. My skin was goose flesh, the warmth in my stomach a flurry of butterflies that made me shake. My core pulsed in time with my racing heart. There was only one option. One word that fell from my lips.
    "Green."
    He released my nipples, but his fingers were still beautiful torture devices. He stroked downward, his touch so gentle as he slid down my abdomen.
    "You want me to touch you, don't you?"
    My nostrils flared uncontrollably as I nodded. "Yes sir. Please ."
    A smile lifted one side of his mouth when I gasped as he dropped all pretenses and cupped my pussy with his hand. His ring finger rested on my slit.
    "As incredible as your body is and how much pleasure you give me, your little stunt can't go unpunished." He slipped inside me, a finger on my swollen bundle of nerves, then he denied me. "I'll be lenient on you. In fact, I'll let you pick your punishment."
    "How generous," I muttered, before I caught myself and dropped my gaze. I brought my eyes back up to meet his, biting my lip. “Sorry.”
    His eyes narrowed, but amusement burned like fire as he outlined my cheek with his finger, then dusted my hair over my shoulders. "I could just bend you over the desk and spank you if that's what you prefer."
    "No sir," I blurted. Practically