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“No,” she replied through clenched teeth.
He snorted. “Another lie.”
Moving forward, ever so slowly, Sly clicked on the vibrator. It thrummed to life, shaking in his hands. He lightly grazed her throat with the twitching bulb, dragging it down her chest and over her stiffening nipples.
“Let’s see if I can get these into tight little beads for me,” Sly whispered.
He brushed the quivering device over the peaks of her breasts, watching as her nipples slowly tightened and pebbled for him. The vibrations pounded through the thin skin there and seemed to send electricity through her nerve endings, all the way down to the wetness gathering between her legs.
Her traitorous clit began to pulse, hyperaware of the toy. “Y-Your king said you’re not allowed to touch me.”
“But I’m not touching you,” he said. “The vibrator is.”
“Damn it, Sly. What do you want from me?”
He leaned closer over her. His crystal blue eyes—the color of exotic oceans Luna always dreamed of visiting—captured her gaze. His predator scent wafted over her nose, but she held her breath, trying not to inhale too much of his irresistible hormone-inducing crisp apple and woodsy scent.
“What do I want from you?” He swiped a thumb over her bottom lip. “Too. Many. Things.”
He swept the vibrating head down her spasming stomach, down, down, to the top of her slit.
She gasped, inhaling a lung full of his pheromones.Fuck. Her hips bucked, trying to grind herself onto the vibrator he held just out of reach.
He snuck his face to her neck, nuzzling through her hair to speak into her ear. “I want to see how many times I can bring you to the brink of orgasm and stop and start again, before you forget your entire vocabulary.”
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“It’s ironic, isn’t it?” Sly smirked. “That you were trying to use your deliciously sexy body to distract me—use me to get what you wanted—and now, you’re all tied up, quivering, and at my sexual mercy.” He laughed at her glare.Aw, little creature, how adorably violent, he thought to himself.
Her cheeks were flushed, growing pinker with each second as he hovered the thrumming vibrator right over her swollen little clit. The tops of her thighs jiggled with anticipation. Her mouth fell open and revealed that perfect pink tongue he loved so much.
Fuck, she is perfection. Funny, vicious, mysterious, and dripping with sexual need. Sly’s cock lengthened, hardening behind his slacks as he watched her shake, tied to the chair of his king.
“Any last words, lamb?” he asked.
“Screw. You.”
He pressed the vibrator directly over her clit, and Luna’s body froze. Her breath caught in her throat; her pupils dilated as she stared into his eyes. He watched, smiling, as the sudden pleasure overwhelmed her.
Her hips twitched, moving forward half an inch to press herself more firmly against the vibrating bulb. Her mouth was still agape as her back arched in the chair, her taut stomach tensing for a moment. “Fuck,” she moaned.
“That’s it,” Sly cooed. “Grind that clit against it. It’ll feel so good.”
She sucked in a breath and closed her mouth, trying to glare at him but failing as he clicked the setting button up to a faster vibration. “Ugh.” Her head fell back against the chair.
“Tell me who is after you,” Sly said.
He pressed the button again, making the bulb move faster.
Her body jumped and began to squirm in the chair, fighting the ropes as her clit became more sensitive and her instinct was to close her legs to the aggressive sensation. Pleasure clouded her pretty blue eyes as she writhed.
“Stop this,” she pleaded.
“Okay.” He turned the vibrator off completely.
She cursed and thrashed against the ropes again.
“Tell me who is after you.”
