Page 17 of Hostage with Benefits'

I complied and positioned myself in the center of his bed. He removed his tie, then methodically unbuttoned his shirt.

“Arms above your head.”

I raised my arms, watching as he removed his belt. Instead of discarding it, he approached the bed, the leather dangling from his fingers.

“Do you trust me, Natalia?”

The question hung betweenus.

“Enough for this,” I said finally.

He nodded, understanding the line I had drawn. With deliberate movements, he wrapped the belt around my wrists, binding them together above my head.

“Too tight?”

I tested the restraint. “No.”

“Good.” He finished undressing, his body all lean muscle and scars in the dim light. When he joined me on the bed, he didn’t immediately cover me with his body. Instead, he knelt between my legs, his hands skimming up my thighs.

“I made you a promise,” he said, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my underwear and drawing them down slowly. “About having you writhing until you pass out.”

“That seems medically concerning.”

His laugh was low and genuine. “Always with the humor, even now.”

“It’s how I cope with stress.”

“Am I stressing you?” His mouth pressed against my inner thigh, making me shiver.

“In the best possible way.”

His hands pushed my thighs wider, his grip firm enough to bruise. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Before I could react, his mouth wasthere, hot and insistent. I gasped, arching into the contact. He held me open, his forearms creating bruising pressure on my inner thighs as he devoured my pussy with single-minded focus.

Every swipe of his tongue, every sucking kiss drove me higher. I strained against the belt as pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.

When he slid two fingers inside me, curling them in perfect counterpoint to his tongue, I came with a cry that probably echoed through the entire mansion. But he didn’t stop. He worked me through that orgasm and immediately started building toward another, relentless in his attention to my clit.

“Mikhail,” I gasped, “I can’t?—”

“You can.” His breath ghosted my cunt. “Be a good girl for me and give me one more.”

He slowed his pace deliberately, bringing me to the edge and then backing off. His tongue traced lazy circles around my clit without quite touching it, his fingers pumping shallowly in and out of my cunt.

Each time I neared the peak, he would ease back, keeping me suspended in that exquisite space between pleasure and release.

“Please,” I begged, my hips bucking against his grip.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with hunger. “Say you’re mine and I’ll let you cum.”

“I’m yours,” I gasped without hesitation. I was beyond caring about the implications. Ineededthis. “Please, Mikhail.”

He rewarded me by sucking my clit between his lips, his fingers finding that perfect spot. The sensation was so intense it bordered on pain; my nerves were firing all at once. His other arm pressed harder across my thigh as he held me open, refusing to let me escape the orgasm he was determined to wring from my body.

His tongue flattened against my clit, providing the perfect pressure as his fingers worked faster, deeper. I felt myself teetering on the edge, desperate for release but almost afraid of its intensity.

“Let go,” he commanded against my skin. “Come for me.”

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