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breasts.
    “Please.” Sensitive, I let out a low keening sound. Asked for the more he kept denying with his slow pace. Didn’t acknowledge my request, instead, he removed his finger from deep within and jotted down a few notes. How could he worry about notes when he had me waiting and willing?
    Wasn’t ashamed of the fact that for him I’d become easy pussy. A guaranteed fuck at that point.
    “Patience, love.” That was all he said before moving his hands up my stomach and toward my breast. They found purchase there, both cupping and gaging their weight before pulling hard on the puckered tip. Pinched them hard enough for me to wince and then soothed the sting with his soft tongue. Heavenly torture.
    Nipped.
    Bites.
    Worshipped them with an urgency that caused me to lose my breath—gush all over the pristine white sheet beneath my naked torso. It was all too much and ironically not fucking enough.
    “Take me already!” Patience was a foreign concept at this point. Nonexistent. “Please,” I begged, not ashamed in the least while holding his head in place. Fingers embedded in his hair, I pulled harshly at the short strands. A loud growl reverberated through his chest and my legs twitched. Urgency claimed my thoughts; I wanted to be wrapped around him.
    Mold myself to his harsher planes and let him take what he needed.

Nine
    Doctor’s Orders…
     
     
    Jackson lavished each breast with his harsh hands and soothing tongue. My hips bucked, tried in vain to find his cock and put an end to my misery. A beacon call he ignored.
    For his thickness to come home to that special place where I now realized he belonged.
    Fuck, he was big.
    Felt the heaviness of his dick when he took purchase of my hips and pulled me closer. Ground against the spot I’d been injured on. Pain exploded behind my lids, but it came with a sudden tinge of pleasure that astounded me. How could this—he, feel so good?
    I didn’t know what to do or say.
    On the one hand, I should be screaming, but then again I couldn’t deny that everything that came from him felt like heaven. Shame consumed me and a few stray tears leaked from my face. Something he noticed and wiped away with his lips. Loved me, and it was that raw emotion that lingered between us that healed what I’d yet to comprehend.
    That this man meant more to me than just a quick and dirty fuck.
    “How bad does it hurt, Nora? Need your complete honesty here.” He was talking about more than just the bruises and swelling.
    “Not unbearable or I wouldn’t be begging you to—”
    “That’s not what I mean and you know it.” Tender hands caged in my face, cocooned by body with his heat. “Let me love you, sweetheart. All of you.” Wordlessly, I nodded and followed his lead. “Lay back. Let me get a better look at your bruised pussy and thigh. Hitting a pole like that could’ve caused some damage.”
    Doing as asked, I laid back and spread my thigh as wide as the restraints allowed me. “I’m sure it looks worse than it is.”
    “Jesus Christ, Nora. Baby…” His reaction told me that I had done one hell of a number on myself “…I should tan your hide for this.” Features hard, he glared at me. “Turn around now.”
    With a raised brow, I challenged him. “Can’t. I’m still strapped down.” Didn’t see why he needed to get all pissy.
    “Noted.” Quick, and with more agility than I thought he possessed, he undid both straps and stood back. Met my raised brow met with a thin line across his lips. “Get on all fours and don’t you dare fucking complain.”
    “Yes, Sir .” Doing as asked, I flipped over onto my stomach and raised my ass high in the air. Legs spread as wide as the space-restricting bed would allow.
    “Good girl,” he crooned before roughly grasping the meaty flesh of my ass. “It doesn’t change how upset I am with you—how reckless you’ve been with what’s mine, but it’s a start to rectifying the behavior.” With that, Reed’s hand came