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    “Stefan… can… could I ask something of you?
    He snickered. “I’ll allow it.”
    “Would… would you kiss me—please?”
    It startled him and his gaze jerked to her face. “Kiss you?” Stefan pressed the vibrator to the inner fold, purposely staying slightly off target. Vanessa’s hold strained. He could see it. She wanted to grab his hand and aim the tool right where she wanted it. “Why the hell would I kiss you?”
    “Because it’s… ” Her blindfolded head motioned toward his mechanical dare. “Because I think it would pleasure you. Especially since touch is so out of the question.” Vanessa wiggled her fingers, a reminder that he dominated most of her resources.
    He backed off the vibrator. He thought about it. Kissing was usually not a staple of their trysts. “You’re not without a point. That mouth… on my dick… Maybe it has earned you a little something.” He leaned over, kissing her. Their mouths and tongues met like their bodies soon would—the moment she begged him for it. Normally, one kiss would be the limit, maybe two. But something was different.
    Vanessa didn’t back off the exchange or wait for him to encourage more. Instead, she drew him in with the kiss—which was interesting since she only had her mouth to work with, a leg tangled around his. “More… please,” she softly uttered.
    And instead of submission, Stefan sensed passion—some kind of fucking desire that didn’t complement this scenario. Kissing shouldn’t cause a spark—not for her. Definitely not for them. He stopped. “Enough.”
    Her mouth seemed to ache for more as he withdrew, Stefan startling as she asked, “Undo the ties… please. ”
    “What? No. You’ll stay that way as long as it suits me—and it does. ”
    “Please, Stefan. I… I’ll make touching you worth it—I swear.”
    “Swear, do you?” Yet he found himself doing the unthinkable, leaning in to kiss her again—it did seem to drive her mad. Hell, maybe she’d read some pedestrian romance novel, inciting the bizarre kissing scene. “Touch me how? Details…”
    “I want…” The words were breathy… shredded. “I just want to touch you while you make me come… while you fuck me.” There was defeat in her voice.
    He smiled wide, studying her taut body, her wanton submissive state. “The blindfold stays on… period.” She nodded, licking her lips, her breasts pressing into him. He unknotted the ties, Vanessa hands rubbing fast over each wrist before reaching for him. But Stefan ducked away, tossing the vibrator aside. “The kissing your mouth part is over.” He shoved her legs farther apart, deciding to cut to the chase, wanting to get away from her mouth. For this much, he appreciated Vanessa’s tight Brazilian bikini wax. While he would have taken his time with the vibrator, teased her mercilessly, his mouth met with a clit that throbbed beneath his tongue, Stefan employing simple but direct pressure. The fingertips of her hand grasped his head, Vanessa’s whole body thrusting into him.
    “Jesus, Stefan,” she said, words fading into basic bed-talk as she tumbled into a thunderous climax. It was followed by exhausted breaths and a sheet clutched in her free hand—a death-grip of exhausted passion. It annoyed him that she’d been allowed that comfort. She should have been hanging onto the opposing sensation of cold wrought iron. It was what he liked, whether delivering pain or pleasure. Stefan’s gaze traveled to her face, surprised to see they were making eye contact.
    “You bitch. I told you not to take off the blindfold.” She blinked at him, green cat’s eyes batting at his angry expression. She’d broken the rules. She’d disobeyed. All of it weakened his control. There was only one remedy. “Can’t follow the rules, Ness. Suffice it to say you won’t be watching—or enjoying—the rest.” As if she weighed nothing, Stefan grabbed her around the waist and flipped her over.
    “Stefan… wait,