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“Show me, Princesa.”

I feel my eyebrows slowly thread together, tension growing in my forehead as I try to make sense of what he’s saying. Show him what?

“Show me what you want.”

His words hit somewhere deep. I’ve never had someone ask me to show them what makes me tick. I’ve never had someone care about anything other than their own pleasure. Like the words were the lock on the floodgate, heat rolls through my body in unquenchable waves.

I reach for the pinwheel, and his eyes widen when I roll it over his arm. “I like this, anywhere you’d like to roll it. Light pressure, just enough to get the tingles flowing.”

He licks his lips, taking the metal tool from me before speaking three words that have me wanting to obey every command he throws my way.

* My queen

* Shit, Princess

CHAPTER 29

Markus

“On your stomach,” I say, watching in fascination as she complies without an ounce of hesitation. The metal tool feels like it weighs a metric ton in my hand. Her giving me this kind of power, though, feels like I imagine winning the cup would.

She’s giving me her trust, allowing me into the most intimate parts of her world. I’m terrified of messing it up. She lost the sweatshirt as she rolled over, revealing the full extent of her lingerie, and my God, I’ll be buying her some in every damn color.

She lies on her stomach with her cheek pressed to the bed, eyes that dare me to come and get her stare back at me. Her long brown hair flows out behind her, legs bent, feet crossed at the ankle, and her arms outstretched in front of her. “You’re a vision to behold, Princesa.”

I run the wheel along the palm of my hand, making sure I know what it feels like before I put it on her skin. The first prick is a bit too hard, and a quick hiss leaves me as a result. Her lips tip up in one corner.

“I’m not made of glass, Markus,” she chuckles. “I can handle a little pain. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

She shakes her hips, an invitation I gladly accept. Swallowing down my fear, I let the part of me I’ve never shared with anyone come out. The one who wants to be slow and attentive. The part that wants to wring every possible drop of pleasure out of her as slowly as I possibly can.

The spikes make contact with her hamstring, and she jumps a bit, but then relaxes into the mattress. A soft smile takes over her lips as I start to roll it up the back of her legs. When I make it to the globe of her ass, I lean in and bite down softly, drawing the most delicious sound from her. Her legs break out in goosebumps, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

“Me encanta la reacción que tiene tu piel a mí,⁠*” I whisper into her ear.

A full-body shiver rolls through her as I continue my torturously slow path, rolling the metal up her side, stopping mid-back, then moving back down on the other.

“A little more,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed as I push a bit harder this time.

“Yes.” It’s a breathy sigh, and my body reacts immediately. “So good, Casanova.”

I flip her over, tossing the pinwheel to the side and straddling her hips with my legs. “I told you I was a good boy.”

Her lips split into the sexiest smile. It’s lazy, happy, and my chest fills with pride over the fact that I put it there.

Her hands lift from the bed, coming to cup my face. “Yeah, baby. Such a good boy for me.”

Baby. A word has never sounded better.

She pulls me down to her, our lips crashing like waves on the shore. Relentless in pursuit of one another. Her tongue slides across my lip, then she bites down on my ring, tugging in the way she knows gets me going. I give her my weight, rolling my hips into hers, and she gasps in response.

I pull away only to find myself smiling down at her. Her hands travel up my arms, wrapping around the back of my neck as she pulls me down again. “I love the taste of your lips on mine,” she says before she’s swiping into my mouth again.

God, this woman was made for me.

I lose my shirt, shuck off my pants, and reach for the leather paddle on the side of the bed where the pinwheel had been.

“Do you want to show me how you like this?” I ask with a raise of my brow.