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  Her mouth fell open. “Dmitry…”

  “Trust me?”

  “Yes, but…”

  “Trust doesn’t come with a ‘but.’ I need you to fully trust me in here.”

  “You’re going to cuff me?”

  “That’s the idea.”

  “Why?”

  “To heighten your pleasure…and keep you from escaping.” He chuckled as he reached above her head and surrounded one wrist with the soft material. The clasp resounded loudly in the room when he snapped it shut. He wrapped the other end around a spindle and enclosed her other wrist in the same way. “There. Now you’re at my mercy.”

  She didn’t think she should like the idea, but she couldn’t deny how aroused she was.

  Dmitry smoothed his hands down her arms, barely touching her skin. The gentle touch was more potent than if he had gripped her firmly. When his fingers danced their way across her nipples, she squirmed. She shouldn’t be so aroused. It wasn’t reasonable. Why would she be titillated by having her hands restrained?

  “Love how your nipples stand at attention when I touch them,” he mumbled as he lowered his face to suck one tip into his mouth.

  She bucked her chest toward him, digging her heels into the bed and squeezing her legs together beside him.

  He released her nipple with a pop, leaving it wet in the cool air of the room as he wrapped his lips around the other bud and gave it equal attention.

  No one had ever elicited this level of response out of her from nipple play.

  Was it the handcuffs?

  Finally, he pulled off and sat back. He stared at her for several moments, his gaze roaming up and down her body. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

  She swallowed, unsure about this arrangement. It was just sexy enough for her not to complain, but still a little scary. Who let some guy handcuff them to the bed on the second night of sleeping with him? Granted, he’d tied her to the same bed last night, but using the sheets was different from actual cuffs. She was truly tethered. She lifted her face to find him watching her reaction.

  “Spread your legs, Lauren. I want to see all of you.”

  She separated her knees a few inches while he held her gaze.

  “Farther.” He crawled down her body and nudged her feet apart to climb between them. “Open for me, baby. As far as you can. Bend your knees. Let your legs fall open wider.”

  She dragged her feet up several inches and spread her knees a marginal distance. The exposure was unbelievable. Why was he looking at her so seriously? His attention focused on her sex as she tried to follow his directions.

  Her pussy pulsed with need, moisture building between her legs until she could feel it running in a line down to her rear hole.

  For a second, she hesitated. Anton Yenin had tried to control her. How was this different? She knew it was. Yenin had never been as calm as Dmitry. He never asked her to do anything. He used force when he wanted her. No word of encouragement ever crossed his lips. He would have grabbed her ankles and yanked them open. He would have forced his cock into her without waiting to make sure she was prepared. He called it dominance.

  She knew without a doubt his brand of dominance had been abuse. A real man waited for consent, treated his woman with courtesy, waited for her to wrap her mind around his instructions…

  Dmitry’s gaze flashed to her face. “Look at me, baby.”

  She blinked at him.

  “I’m a Dom. Not going to deny that. I will want to control you in the bedroom. It’s who I am.” As if he had read her mind, he continued on a sigh. “I’m not Yenin. I won’t force you to do anything. My objective is your pleasure, not mine. You’ll never find me taking without giving first.”

  She nodded, sucking her lips between her teeth. Could she trust him?

  “I’ll prove my words to you. I swear.”

  “Okay.” Her voice was soft, barely audible.

  “I want you to open yourself to me. Let me see you. Spread your legs. You won’t regret it. I know the concept is new to you, but you’ll find yourself writhing beneath my control. I can sense your submissiveness.”

  She let her legs fall open as far as her knees would allow.

  Dmitry reached for her ankles and gently separated them farther. He trailed his fingers up her shins and then her thighs. When he reached the apex of her sex, he pressed on her thighs wider. His thumbs landed near her pussy and separated her lower lips, opening her sex to his view.

  She drew in a sharp breath.

  Dmitry paid no attention to her plight. He simply stared at her as if she were the most beautiful creature on earth. “So sexy…”

  She’d always been what guys considered sexy. She knew that. Men had ogled her for as long as she could remember. She’d never done anything to encourage them. It just happened.

  But this was different. Dmitry wasn’t feeding her lines. He was serious. He found her attractive on a level that was deeper than her skin. And she felt that distinction bone deep.

  Slowly, he stroked his thumbs up and down the outsides of her lower lips. His touch was agonizing. She wanted more. She lifted her hips in supplication, but he ignored her physical request.

  Her need rose with every passing second. She gripped the rungs of the headboard with both fists and held on tight for no reason. It grounded her in some way.

  Dmitry took his time. He spread her lips farther, but didn’t reach between them to stroke her where she needed it most. Instead he watched her until she couldn’t stand another second of looking at the intensity on his face and tipped her head back, lifting her chin higher and closing her eyes.

  She inhaled sharply when his breath fell on her from a closer distance. Still he didn’t make the contact she craved.

  She dug her heels in and tried to lift her hips.

  He held her down, however, his hands gripping her thighs at the apex and pressing. “Stay still.” His voice was raspy, deep, penetrating.

  She obeyed, releasing her ass to land softly on the bed.

  “Good girl. Tell me what you need, baby.”

  Tell him? Oh God. She hesitated for several seconds, sure she could hear her heart beating inside her head. Finally, she licked her lips. She didn’t meet his gaze as she found her voice and spoke in the scratchiest tone she’d ever heard come from herself. “Your mouth on me. Your fingers inside me. Please…”

  Shocking her, he flattened himself on his belly between her legs and flicked his tongue directly over her clit but only for an instant. He pulled away far too quickly. “Like that?”

  She groaned. “More.”

  “Are you sure you’re ready for more? I want you to be so aroused you can’t think straight. That’s what the cuffs are for. I think you’re starting to understand my reasoning.”

  Her mouth was too dry. She couldn’t even moisten her lips with her tongue. “Yes. Please, Dmitry.” It seemed she might explode if he didn’t touch her again. Her clit pulsed, straining for more contact. Her pussy clenched, grasping at nothing, pleading with the gods.

  He blew a breath across her sex and then immediately latched his lips on her clit, sucking it into his mouth.

  Lauren screamed, a short sharp noise she’d never heard herself make before. She panted as he continued to suckle her clit. She was so close to an orgasm…

  And then he released her and let his tongue crawl down to stab into her pussy. The brief action wasn’t enough.

  Frustration set in. She needed more. She needed to come so badly she would beg soon.

  She had begged.

  Instead of homing in again on her sex, he nibbled a line up to her thigh, skipping over the hand holding her open and kissing the rest of her skin until he reached her knee. He lifted his face only long enough to resume the same torture on the other side, starting with her knee and working his way back to her center.

  Her legs shook by the time he licked a line between her pussy and her clit. A tremble had settled in her body.

  Dmitry’s thumbs inched
closer until he pressed both of them into her at once.

  She stiffened, concentrating on the sensation of his intimacy.

  He fucked her slowly with his thumbs, spreading her wider with every movement.

  She gritted her teeth to keep from screaming loud enough to wake the dead. Forget the neighbors in the next apartment or above and below them. Hell, forget Mikhail and his sister in rooms across the hall. She was close to losing all semblance of sanity, and he hadn’t even let her come yet.

  He flicked his tongue over her clit again while still fucking her with his thumbs. It wasn’t enough. The pressure mounted. The need to explode was out of this world.

  And then she was on the edge. So close. She held her breath, willing the orgasm to take over her body. She opened her mouth, inhaling through her lips while staring unseeing at the ceiling.

  Without warning, Dmitry released her completely. His mouth, his hands, his fingers…everything disappeared.

  She tipped her chin down to her chest and met his gaze as he lifted his head between her legs.

  “What…” She licked her lips. “Don’t stop.”

  Dmitry lifted his body onto all fours. His impressive cock bobbed between her legs as his hands landed on either side of her chest, straddling her without making contact anywhere. “You want to come, baby?”

  “God yes.” Her voice was almost a squeak.

  “With my mouth or my cock?”

  “I don’t care. Just…please…”

  He chuckled lightly. “Then I’m going to taste the first one.” He lowered his body back between her legs, grabbed her thighs with both hands, and held her farther open than before.

  She panted as she waited for his next move. If this was dominance at its best, she’d been sorely misled. She could live with this type of sex. And thrive.

  He pressed her thighs higher, spreading her legs even wider and lowering his face to her sex again. Before she could utter a syllable, he sucked her clit between his lips and plastered his lips in a suction between her legs.

  She would have shot off the bed if she’d been given the opportunity. It was that fantastic. Instead she relished his touch, unsure if he would continue to suck her or release her to suffer again in a state of near orgasm.

  He showed no signs of stopping this time.

  She was so close… Should she keep that to herself to encourage him to continue? Oh hell. Who was she kidding? She was an open book when it came to his effect on her. She could feel the tension in her frame as she stiffened every muscle in anticipation of her orgasm.

  And then she was right on the edge.

  And he kept sucking, his wicked tongue flicking across the tip of her clit with every suckle. The instant he thrust one thumb back into her pussy and pressed as deeply as he could, she came. Hard. The pulses were stronger than usual, and they seemed to go on forever. She panted through every clench of her pussy as he flattened his tongue over her clit. Her legs shook, even though she tried to dig her heels into the mattress to steady herself.

  She moaned, frustrated with the need she still harbored for him even after the explosive orgasm. She wanted more.

  Dmitry rose above her. He lifted onto his knees between her legs and rolled a condom onto his thick shaft. When he finished, he stroked his length from root to tip and then back down. He lifted his gaze to meet hers. “You want this, baby?”

  “Yes…” She didn’t recognize her voice at all now. Her usual tone sounded off—breathy, deeper.

  Dmitry leaned over her, held himself above her body with one hand at her side, and guided his cock to her entrance with the other.

  Instead of thrusting into her hastily, he stroked the tip over her entrance, again and again. She couldn’t see straight. Even on the heels of the best orgasm she could remember, she felt the haze of need still driving her.

  She pursed her lips, waiting for him to thrust into her body and willing herself to wait for it.

  Finally, he released his cock at her entrance and set his hand along her side. He paused, long enough to make her look at him. His face was a mask, unreadable. Tight. He had to be out of his mind if he was in any state like hers.

  His thrust forward filled her completely without hesitation. She inhaled sharply and then held her breath as he paused as deeply as he could reach. “Look at me, Lauren.”

  She blinked, trying to see through the blur that was her vision. Too close to the last precious orgasm and too close to the next.

  “God, you’re gorgeous. I love the way you look when you’re so needy. It’s sexy as hell.” As he finished that last sentence, he pulled out until the tip of his cock was lodged at her entrance again.

  He hesitated, but then seemed to lose control and thrust back in. His head dipped, a moan escaping his lips.

  So unbelievably hot. So much sensation. Every nerve ending in her body called out to him.

  His thrusts were urgent, rapid, deep. “Come for me again, baby.”

  Lauren hadn’t been sure she would come before him until those words of encouragement pushed her over the edge. She made a sound deep in her throat that sounded inhuman as her second orgasm washed through her. Her eyes fluttered shut. She gripped his cock with her pussy in a way she had no control over.

  After several more strokes, Dmitry pressed into her one last time and held still. His face was tight, his eyes unseeing at a spot next to her head. And then his body stiffened and he came. She watched him unravel, his torso rigid, his face scrunched, his arms shaking at her sides.

  It wasn’t until several seconds after he stopped pulsing inside her that he finally set his forehead on her chest between her breasts and breathed several deep breaths that seemed to come from someone who’d just finished the most rigorous of exercise.

  Amazing.

  She wrapped her weak legs around his waist to hold him in and to hug him toward her body in the only way available. She wanted her hands free to roam over his back, his shoulders, his arms.

  For the moment, she would content herself with enjoying the feel of him inside her and all around her.

  Holy shit. She was ruined for all other men.

  Chapter Nine

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “As a heart attack.” Dmitry smirked as he settled into the bed next to Lauren, eased her onto her side, and spooned up to her back. He brushed a lock of hair from her face and kissed her temple before resting a hand across her belly and relaxing into the pillow.

  “Dmitry. Seriously. I get it. You’ve made your point. You don’t want me to sneak out. I promise I won’t.”

  He squeezed her body into his with his arm and inhaled the floral scent of her hair, his eyes closing at her back where he freely let himself smile, knowing she couldn’t see his face. “I know, baby. You won’t sneak away from me because you can’t. It’s simple, and I’m going to sleep like a rock.” He released his grip across her middle and danced his fingers over her naked breast, and then he stroked down her top arm until he met her wrists at her waist. He patted the handcuffs. “Yep. You’re going nowhere.” He grinned again at her back and fought back a chuckle. While Lauren had been in a deep state of pure bliss, he’d reached above her head, freed one wrist, unthreaded the cuff from the bedframe, and quickly locked it back around her arm. She hadn’t realized his intention until he already had the handcuffs secured to the bedframe with a long length of rope.

  She twisted her head toward him now. He couldn’t see her features in the nearly total darkness, and that was probably a good thing considering the expression she had on her face would undoubtedly melt entire icebergs.

  “Dmitry…” She had a way of saying his name, dragging it out into more syllables than it required, that made his heart beat faster. She was the only person to ever say his name quite like she did. And he liked it.

  “Lauren…” He knew with his accent he didn’t pronounce her name like other people did, and he wondered if she found it as endearing as he found her pronunciation of his.

&nbs
p; “Unlock the cuffs, Dmitry.”

  “Not a chance, baby.” He snuggled in closer. “Sleep.”

  “I’m not kidding.”

  “Neither am I.”

  “You can’t leave me like this all night. It’s not safe.”

  “How’s that? I have the key right on the bedside table, and I’m not going anywhere. You’re perfectly safe. I can easily get you out in case of a fire.” It was so late. After four. He was tired. His voice grew softer and slower as he spoke.

  She didn’t say a word for several minutes.

  Dmitry was almost asleep before she finally spoke again. One sharp shout. “Dmitry.”

  He jerked awake. “God. Lauren. What?”

  “Fucking unlock my wrists,” she snapped.

  “No. Unless you need to use the bathroom, go to sleep.” He scooted her body a few inches closer to the headboard in order to keep her arms from being pulled taut.

  “I need to use the bathroom.”

  “No you don’t.”

  She groaned. “You’re bullying me.”

  “And I told you I would bully you—in the bedroom. And if I recall correctly, it made you wet and horny, so you liked it. Get used to it.”

  She blew out a long breath and mumbled something incoherent. And then she finally settled next to him.

  As he drifted back to sleep, he was aware of her shallow breathing, indicating she too had given up the fight and succumbed.

  »»•««

  A phone was ringing.

  Dmitry groaned as he opened one eye and forced himself to glance at the clock on the bedside table. Almost ten… Not enough sleep but more than he had expected. He needed to get up and get moving.

  The ringing started again. He recognized his own cell phone this time. It was somewhere in the room in his jeans pocket.

  Suddenly Lauren kicked him in the shin. “Release my arms right this second if you ever want me to speak to you again.”

  Ignoring the ringing, Dmitry pursed his lips and reached across Lauren’s sexy body to grab the keys from the bedside table. Two seconds later, he unlocked her.

  She immediately bolted from the bed to stand next to it, rubbing her arms and shaking them out at her sides. “You’re a jerk.”