is eyes and
surrenders to this blissful carnal pleasure is so arousing. I
know what I do to him, and it’s hedonistic, liberating, and
know what I do to him, and it’s hedonistic, liberating, and
sexy as hell. The feeling is heady, I’m not just powerful—
I’m omniscient.
“Fuck,” he hisses and gently cradles my head, flexing
his hips so he moves deeper inside my mouth. Oh yes, I
want this and I swirl my tongue around him, pulling
hard . . . over and over.
“Ana.” He tries to step back.
Oh no you don’t, Grey. I want you . I grab his hips
firmly, doubling my efforts, and I can tell he’s close.
“Please,” he pants. “I’m gonna come, Ana,” he groans.
Good. My inner goddess’s head is thrown back in
ecstasy, and he comes, loudly and wetly, into my mouth.
He opens his bright gray eyes, gazing down at me, and
I smile up at him, licking my lips. He grins back at me, a
wicked, salacious grin.
“Oh, so this is the game we’re playing, Miss Steele?”
He bends, hooks his hands under my arms, and pulls me
to my feet. Suddenly his mouth is on mine. He groans.
“I can taste myself. You taste better,” he murmurs
against my lips. He tugs my T-shirt off and throws it
carelessly onto the floor, then picks me up and tosses me
onto the bed. Grabbing the end of my sweats, he tugs
abruptly so that they come off in one swift move. I’m
naked underneath, sprawled across his bed. Waiting.
Wanting. His eyes drink me in, and slowly he removes his
remaining clothes, not taking his eyes off me.
“You are one beautiful woman, Anastasia,” he
murmurs appreciatively.
Hmm . . . I tilt my head coquettishly to one side and
beam at him.
“You are one beautiful man, Christian, and you taste
mighty fine.”
He gives me a wicked grin and reaches for the
spreader bar. Grabbing my left ankle, he quickly cuffs it,
strapping the buckle tightly, but not too tight. He tests how
much room I ha一ve by sliding his little finger between the
cuff and my ankle. He doesn’t take his eyes off mine; he
doesn’t need to see what he’s doing.
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