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I edge slowly up his body, because making Viktor Karlsson wait when his hands are tied above his head might be my new favorite hobby. When my knees bracket his ribs, he makes a sound in his throat. I stop once I’m straddling his chest, thighs spread on either side of him, close enough that his breath hits the inside of my leg.

Viktor’s eyes close and his head drops back against the pillow.

“Fuck,” he says on a groan.

“Oh, you like that.”

“You know I do.” His wrists strain hard. “I want to feel how wet you are.”

“Do you?” I grip the headboard and lean in until my tits brush against his mouth. “You should’ve asked politely, then.”

“I do not want polite right now.”

I rock once, just enough to drag my pussy over him, my wetness sliding against the hard muscles of his chest. Viktor’s whole body pulls tight, and his wrists yank sharply.

“You are going to untie me.”

“No.”

“Now.”

“No.”

“Heidi.”

“You agreed to watch.”

“I agreed before you sat on my chest.”

“You get out when I come.” I press the toy’s button, and the buzz fills the room again. “Maybe.”

His eyes flash, and I lean over him to reach into the drawer again for some lube, stretching deliberately so that my breasts sway above his mouth again. He tilts his head, trying to catch a nipple with his teeth, and I jerk back with a laugh.

“Uh-uh. Not yet.”

“You are cruel.”

I bring the vibrator between my thighs, and the first touch steals my breath. I’m already too turned on from the way he watches and speaks, from the rope tugging and the heat of his chest under me. The pulse rolls through my clit, and my hips move before I can stop them, grinding against him with the toy trapped between my body and his skin.

Viktor’s eyes drop, along with his mouth, and everything in him goes silent.

“Fuck yes,” he says, his voice stripped raw. “Show me, min fru.”

So I do. I show him the angle I like and the pressure. The way I circle until my breath starts catching, then hold it still when I feel too close to the edge. He watches everything. My hand, my hips. My face. The way I start to tremble against his ribs.

“Slow down,” he says.

I laugh, but it turns into a moan when the toy catches just right. “Are you giving orders again while tied up?”

“I know you like this.” He arches his chest up, pressing the toy harder against me. “I can feel you dripping on my chest. So yes, I will tell my wife how to come for me.”

“Viktor.”

“Keep looking at me,” he says.

“You want out,” I whisper, pleasure flashing through me as I lock my eyes on his. “Tell me why.”

“So I can put my mouth on you.” His voice drops lower as he watches the toy slip in my hand as I fuck myself with it. “And so I can feel you come against my tongue.”