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but obeyed, placing one hand on top of the other, arms locked behind me.
    I sucked in a breath when he touched me, electricity shooting through my body. The current intensified as a soft material caressed my wrists, then gripped them tight. He was securing my hands behind my back with his tie.
    The unnatural feel of being bound and completely in the dark about what he had planned sent lust pooling in my panties. I was sopping wet, waiting with bated breath for what came next.
    His fingers weaved in my curly hair, removing the clip that held the locks at the nape of my neck. He swept them over my shoulder, and I bit my lip to hold in a squeal of delight when he gripped my zipper. I had wondered about the function of a dress with a zipper that ran from top to bottom, but at the moment, I was considering sending the designer a thank you card.
    My breaths were shallow, each one shuddering as I fought to keep it together. I knew there was beauty in the buildup, but I just wanted him to rip my dress off and thrust inside me, balls deep.
    His fingers traced the seam of my spine with his finger, stopping at the bundle at my wrists.
    “Spread your legs,” he said, his deep voice hypnotic.
    My pulse beat wildly as I took two steps out, making a V with my legs.
    “Wider.”
    I obeyed. The crotch of my damp panties flush against my hot skin. I barely caught my moan before it spilled from my lips. I knew this was meant to punish me, and if he realized I loved every minute of it, he could stop. And I did not want him to stop—not until I melted around him.
    He caught the muted notes of my moan, chuckling softly.
    “Don’t hold back. I don’t intend to.”
    I gasped as he swung an arm around my waist and pulled my body back against his. I groaned with want as I felt the hardened length of him. He answered by pulling up the front of my dress, cupping my sex through my panties. His lips were on my ear, brushing them as I writhed against him.
    “Tell me what’s going through your head, Leila,” he breathed seductively. “Tell me what you want.”
    “Touch me,” I whined. “Please touch me.”
    I felt his lips curl with pleasure, the smile hot against the nape of my neck. He loved taking me to the edge. Making me beg.
    “I am touching you.”
    “Inside,” I whispered hotly. “I want your hand inside my panties.”
    His fingers pulsed at my slit. “Is that right?”
    “Please Jacob.” He did not have to listen. He was in charge, and I was completely at his mercy. But I held my breath, savoring the feel of his arousal pressed against me. It was proof that he was just as starved. Just as close to the edge—and ready to free us both.
    His fingers slid inside my panties, finally rewarding me with the skin to skin contact I craved. I was dizzy with pleasure; spread eagled, putty in his hands.
    He lingered like he was savoring the feel of my gushing need, coating his thick, sure digits. When I let out a jagged sigh, he plunged into me.
    My body wrapped around him, letting out a sigh of pleasure of its own that built into moan after moan as he drove in and out of my warmth. Conscious thought was impossible. I was all feelings; wet and insatiable, needing more of this place where nothing existed in the whole world except for us.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed in my ear, rhythm quickening. “Spreading yourself for me. Submitting to me.”
    His other hand crept upward from my waist, stopping when it found my breast. He gripped it, adding gasoline to the fire that threatened to devour me.
    “You remember the rule,” he said huskily, not slowing. giving me no reprieve from the maddening pleasure. “No coming until I say so.”
    I let out a mewl, wanting him to take me before I exploded. It was a low, pleading thing that made his already hardened cock nearly rip his pants and claim me all on its own. But his fingers weren’t done. They moved inside me, exploring my wet, juicy core. My body made sounds that went well with