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shouted. I winced and lowered my volume several notches. "I'll pick my punishment." Heat dominated my cheeks, my body as he circled me slowly. Waiting.
    Picking my punishment wasn't nearly as kind as you'd think. It was like picking my poison. Whatever I chose would be just as painful as it was pleasurable. Spanking. Teasing.
    I gasped. Teasing.
    I licked my lips and gave him my answer. "I want to be teased. To be so close to release. So out of control that I can't stand it—then you pull me back. Build me up, let me taste your bliss, then take it away. Until you're ready for me to climax," I added, trying to keep my voice level and unassuming. I didn't want him to see the real punishment that I'd just handed him on a silver plate.
    But Jacob's low chuckle saw right through that. "If I believe you're deserving of a climax that is."
    Crap.
    I knew he meant it playfully, but the thoughts I kept at bay stormed back to the surface. The memory of being so tangled up in him, so free, then shot right out of the sky, left wondering if I did something wrong.
    Stop it , I ordered myself, locking my hands behind my back. Benefit of the doubt, remember? So I stood there, finding his eye when he circled back around. Aching for his touch. Wishing that I had asked him for a spanking, because the slices of pain were always met with overwhelming pleasure. And then he had to feel what he did to me with his fingers. With his cock.
    I slouched, the minutes ticking by, and he still hadn't touched me. And then I realized that I wasn't waiting for the starting bell to ring. It rang the moment he started circling me. He was teasing me every time our eyes met; every time he denied me his touch.
    When his fingers brushed my lower back I trembled, a moan trapped behind my clenched teeth. When he rounded back to the front, his fingers strummed my nipples. The echo of his pinch turned the gentlest of touches into a blow that ripped a moan from my throat, my core begging for more. Already begging for release that he clearly had no intention of giving me anytime soon.
    I pouted and he paused, his lips fluttering over mine. Letting me taste the salt of his skin for a heartbeat. Reminding me to breathe—and that he wanted me just as badly.
    His lips wandered over my jaw, then hovered at my ear. "Spread your legs."
    I stepped out, wide, hyper aware of the way my juices clung to me. He inhaled the fragrance of my arousal like it was the sweetest of perfumes. He cupped my sex again, this time spreading my lips and sliding his fingers into my warmth. I groaned, throwing my head back as he pumped in and out of me, his eyes filled with lust, lips parted like he was breathing in my moans. Once my entire body began to shake, he pulled from me, circling around behind me.
    It was probably a good thing too because he missed my frown.
    I wanted more, damn it. I wanted to throw myself to the floor and kick and scream until he let me come, and I wanted more of the teasing at the same time. This D/s dynamic fulfilled the void in me that craved domination. It loved the challenge in giving my body and my pleasure over to Jacob.
    His arms encircled me, holding me close. So close that there was no question that he was dying to have me too. So close that our heartbeats synced and our chests rose and fell in sync.
    "Punishing you is punishing me," he said thickly. His fingers sank back inside me. He knew just where to push. Just where to linger. How deep to go and twitch to make me lose my mind.
    "Jacob," I whimpered, wanting more. Needing it.
    "Tell me to fuck you," he said hoarsely. He pumped in and out of me, my whole body a sea of raw nerve endings that felt every last stroke.
    "Fuck me, Jacob."
    He whisked me to the sitting area, and I smiled when I realized we were coming full circle. He pulled off his shirt and discarded his pants, dropping them beside the chaise. The chaise he'd ordered me to lounge on when he first hired me. When he’d commanded that I relax and touch