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I climb off the bed and give her a pointed look.“Keep your hands on the rungs and your legs spread open.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, falling back into a deeper submission.

I head for the closet.

When I return, holding the soft leather cuffs, she watches me.“Will you take your shirt off, please?”she asks.

I pull it over my head and drop it on the floor.

She smiles.“Much better.”

I slide my hand from her shoulder to her wrist, lift her hand to my lips, and kiss her fingers.I glance at her face to read her reaction several times while I wrap the cuff around her delicate wrist and then fasten it to the spindle.

After rounding to the other side of the bed, I repeat the action with her other wrist and then bend forward to kiss her lips again.“How does that feel?”

“Kind of scary and kinky, but hot at the same time.”

“Okay.If you change your mind, tell me.You might enjoy them for a while and then want me to remove them.That’s okay, too.”I climb back between her legs, tug her a bit farther down the bed so her arms feel more restrained, and then lower my mouth to lick her clit without warning.

Reagan arches and cries out at the same time.“Oh God…”

That’s what I want to hear.Her sexy sounds are fucking amazing.She’s so totally perfect for me in every way.I want to shout it through a megaphone in the middle of town for everyone to know Reagan Clegg is mine.

I suck the little nub into my mouth and flick it with my tongue over and over.She’s already so aroused that she screams as she comes against my lips.It happens so fast I don’t get enough of her.I ease back when she winces from over-stimulation, but I’m not done.Not by a long shot.

Chapter14

Reagan

My vision is blurred.I can’t focus on anything, not a single thought.All I know is how powerful that orgasm was.Tiago’s given me a lot of orgasms since I met him, but none of them compare to this one.

It was a combination of his mouth on my bare pussy, the handcuffs, and the constant dialog about getting me pregnant and milking me.I shudder again at the thought.

When Tiago speaks, he does so in a voice that makes me melt.It’s sultry and deep.He does so again now… “That’s my girl.I love watching you come.I’m going to do it again as soon as you catch your breath.You need my mouth on you, don’t you, baby?”

I nod.I can’t find words.

He drags a finger lazily through my folds, making me lift my hips.I need him to thrust that finger into me.I need it so bad I might go mad if he doesn’t.“Please…”

“No penetration, baby.I told you.”He taps my pussy.“When will my girl get my cock inside her?”

I whimper.“After we’re married.”

“That’s right.When are we getting married?”

Tomorrow.I don’t say that out loud, but I’m thinking it.I know I’m drunk on sex and might not feel quite as desperate later when I have clothes on.Even though I hate it when he drops me off at home, it will probably be for the best tonight.I need the separation to regroup and get my head on straight.I need to spend some time alone, though I’m not sure I will be able to think about anything without thoughts of this strongly dominant man milking me.

Why is the idea so fucking powerful?I should not be turned on, but I am.I’m panting from my orgasm while another builds because he’s stroking my folds and tapping my clit again.

He reaches with his other hand to cup my breast and pinch my nipple.When I arch my chest, he pinches it harder.“My girl likes a little pain.”

I do?I guess so.I’m learning a lot about myself today.Thank goodness I never settled for a man who didn’t make my heart race because I never would have known what it was like to be worshipped and cherished as deeply as Tiago is going to.

“You want my cock inside you, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes…” I breathe out as he twists my nipple.

“You want my come inside you.You want to feel it running out of you.”

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