Page 16 of My Playboy Neighbor

"Not yet," Dom said, lifting his head to look at her.The sight of her—flushed and wanting, her lips swollen from his kisses, completely at his mercy—sent a rush of possessive satisfaction through him."First, you're going to come for me again.I want to see how gorgeous you look when you fall apart.I’m going to finger you and then I’m going to fuck you."

Maya lifted her hips so he could strip away the silk barrier between them, trusting him completely despite the risk of discovery.

Dom's hands were reverent as they explored her body, mapping every curve and sensitive spot.When his fingers touched her center, she was already slick and ready for him, Maya bit back a cry at the contact.

"Don't hold back," Dom said."I want to hear every sound you make."

He flicked his fingers over her clit, loving the wet sounds her arousal made.Dom watched every expression that crossed Maya's face, cataloging what made her gasp, what made her arch against him, what drove her closest to the edge.

"That's it," Dom encouraged."Come for me."

When Dom began to fuck her with his fingers, Maya cried out and shook.

"Perfect," he murmured."You're perfect."

He worked her with single-minded focus, his thumb rubbing her clit as his fingers moved inside her with devastating skill.

"Dom, I'm going to—"

"I know," Dom said, his mouth moving to her throat where he felt her pulse racing.

Maya shattered, her orgasm crashing through them both with an intensity that left her gasping and shaking in his arms.Dom worked her through it, his touch gentling as she came down from the peak, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Mine," he said simply, and his tone made it clear this wasn't a request or a question.It was a statement of fact.

Maya stared at him, and Dom saw her processing the implications of his declaration.He was staking his claim, making it clear that whatever this was between them, she belonged to him now.It should have been too much, too fast, too possessive for a woman he'd known for less than two days.

Instead, she nodded.

"Yours," she whispered, and the word sent a jolt of pure satisfaction through Dom's chest.

Dom carried her toward his bedroom."Good girl," he murmured against her ear."Now let me show you what that means."

Dom set Maya down beside the bed, his hands already working to remove what remained of her pajamas.When she stood naked before him in the moonlight, he took a step back to appreciate the view.

Maya started to cross her arms over her breasts, some instinct toward modesty asserting itself, but Dom captured her wrists.

"Don't," he said firmly."Don't hide from me.I want to see all of you."

She let her arms fall to her sides.

"Exquisite," Dom said."Absolutely exquisite."

He moved to his dresser, pulling out a length of black silk that made Maya's giggle nervously.

"Have you ever been tied up before?"The silk slid through his fingers like water.

She shook her head."No."

"Do you want to be?"

"Yes," she said.

The responsibility of that trust wasn't lost on him.He'd introduced countless women to various aspects of dominance and submission, but teaching this to Maya felt new and exciting.

"Hold out your hands," he commanded.

Maya extended her wrists.Dom wrapped the silk around them.The binding was secure but not too tight, designed to restrict without causing pain.He had learned long ago that the psychological impact of restraint was often more powerful than any physical constraint.

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