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‘Submit to me and I’ll show you so much fucking pleasure, baby.’ I brush my thumb higher over her inner thigh, teasingly.
‘Submit to you?’ Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, as her pulse flutters at the base of her throat.
‘Let me tie you to the bedposts and lick and worship every inch of your fucking beautiful body.’ I dip my face closer to hers until our lips are mere millimetres apart. ‘I need to watch your face as you come on my tongue.’
‘Kinky fucker,’ she hisses.
‘Submit, and I’ll show you.’ The thought sets blood racing to my cock.
Her fingers grip the blanket beneath her until the tips turn white.
‘Have you ever fantasised about being tied up? Licked and sucked and spanked and teased?’ I should back off, but like I said, I push. That’s just what I do.
She presses her thighs together with my hand between them. Satisfaction surges over my skin. I bet she’s soaked for me. The need to find out eats at me.
Heat pulses between us. Her pupils flash with that hint of vulnerability again. ‘Dom,’ she warns again, but with way less conviction this time.
I’ve never been interested in vanilla sex before, but the urge to carry her to my bed and fuck her six ways to Sunday eats at me like a fucking cancer. She really is the most attractive woman I’ve seen in my thirty-five years. She’s aesthetically beautiful, but it’s not just that. She radiates something rare. Something I can’t put my finger on. Something special. I’ll take her any way she’ll let me, but my preference will always be as my submissive.
I can’t help myself. ‘Yes or no, Aoife, does the idea of being tied up and worshipped turn you on?’
If she says yes, it’s fucking official—she was made for me.
If not, I’ll back off right now. Never broach the subject again.
She hesitates for a long beat. ‘Yes,’ she finally whispers, her gaze returning to the blanket again. I curl a finger under her chin and tip her face upward to meet my eyes. I swear I could drown in those baby blues. The innocence they exude is more criminal than any act I’ve ever committed. ‘Say the word, sweetheart, and I’ll orchestrate every single one of your fantasies.’
Her pupils dip to my mouth.
‘We’ve been here before, sweetheart, and I warned you then: if you keep looking at me like that, I will kiss you.’
Her pulse throbs at her throat. Breath hitches. She eyes me levelly. ‘I won’t stop you.’ Her voice cracks with raw need. ‘I’m incapable.’
I search her eyes for any hint of uncertainty. ‘Promise not to freak out on me again.’
‘I promise,’ she whispers.
‘Good girl.’ Our eyes meet, hers spark and dilate, and she presses herself harder against me.
No fucking way… my fiancée has a fucking praise kink. I bet she’s not even fully aware of it herself yet.
I lower my lips to hers, slowly this time. They’re warm and soft and taste of spearmint and sin. Her mouth parts for me, surrendering, submitting. I tease her mouth with my tongue slowly. ‘I need your cunt on my face,’ I murmur. ‘I need to fuck your slit with my tongue and hear you scream my name when you come.’
Her eyes widen, and she moans against my mouth. I glance around the beach. It’s still just us. I wouldn't care if it wasn’t, but after everything I’ve done in this life, it wouldbe a cruel twist of fate to get arrested for indecent exposure.
‘Submit to me and I will worship every inch of you.’ My fingers skim higher along her thigh until they meet Lycra. She stills. I need her to give herself to me. And I need it more than I need my next breath.
She jerks her head back, tearing her mouth from mine. My heart sinks.
But then two three-letter words slip from her lips. ‘Yes, sir.’
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Her eager tongue searches for mine again, swirling and teasing and testing every bit of willpower I have. I’m determined to take my time with her, and I will, but fuck, she’s not making it easy on me. My cock is rock solid, pulsing between us. Her hands slide lower over my torso, mapping out every hard ridge of my abs, before dipping lower to skim over my crotch.
I pull back, tearing my lips from hers to look down at her tiny hand on my tented shorts. ‘You’re going to get very well acquainted with my cock.’ I push her back until she’s lying flat on the blanket. ‘But only after you earn it. Show me your cunt. Show me how wet you are for me.’ I demand.
