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forehead, and his other hand traced a path down her ribs, over the roundness of her belly, and down between her curls.
     
    “Do you ever shave?” he asked, conversationally.
     
    “No, sir.”
     
    “Why not?”
     
    “Too much work to maintain for not enough reward.”
     
    “But you have?”
     
    She shrugged, then bit her lip. She wasn’t supposed to move. “Once. In college.”
     
    He nodded. “I may shave you one day. How would you feel about that? My face all up in your pussy, while a razor scrapes over your most delicate skin? Do you think you could stay still then?”
     
    “For you,” she breathed, “anything.”
     
    He laughed, and it was a humorless sound that gave her an entirely different kind of shiver. “One of these days, you’ll regret saying that.”
     
    “I don’t think I will, Alex.”
     
    The slap came fast and hard, delivered to the side of her breast. The nipple, already insulted, sent out news of the great indignation that had been done to it, and Zoey fought to keep her balance. “I’m sorry,” he said, with no more inflection in his voice than he’d had a moment before. “What did you call me?”
     
    “Sir,” she hissed, her breath coming between clenched teeth. “I’m sorry, sir.” She opened her eyes, and wished she hadn’t. There was something wild in his eyes, and it worried her in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
     
    The finger tracing over her inner lips pushed inside of her. She was wet, wetter than she’d thought, and his finger was slim, but it was too much, too fast. She bit her lip to keep her voice inside until she could take a moment to adjust.
     
    He didn’t give her the moment. A second finger slid into her, and she wasn’t wet enough for that. It didn’t hurt, not exactly, but she gasped as she tried to relax, tried not to fight his entrance. All I have to do is rattle off salad ingredients, and he’ll stop if I want him to. I don’t want him to. I want to see what he does. I want to trust him . It occurred to her, in the far reaches of her mind, that if she was thinking about wanting to trust him instead of actually trusting him, letting him tie her down might not be the greatest idea in the world, but his fingers were rough and harsh, and the heel of his palm was slapping into the lower edge of her mons, hard enough to taunt her clit without actually making her cry out like she wanted to.
     
    “I thought my little slut would be wetter for me,” he said, his voice taunting. “Is there something you need to say to me?”
     
    “I’m sorry,” she whimpered.
     
    He shushed her quickly. “That’s not what I meant,” he said. “Am I hurting you, princess?”
     
    Her heart expanded at the sound of that one single word. “No,” she said, carefully, paying close attention to her body. “It’s—rough, harder than usual. But it’s okay.”
     
    He grinned at her, just a little. “Good.” His mouth closed over hers, matching the plundering of his fingers with that of his tongue. She dug her fingernails into her fists as she struggled to keep them close together behind her back.
     
    It was nothing like orgasm, this unspooling of energy that was happening within her. It was intense, world-shattering, and her knees were weak and soft.
     
    Without warning his mouth and his fingers left her. She wavered for a moment, as his support vanished, and she had to blink and try to focus her mind to understand what was happening.
     
    Alex stood in front of her again with two small metal clamps in his hands. Silver. No, consider the source . The metal had that soft depth of color that one got with platinum. Which meant it was unlikely that the little green gems were paste.
     
    She knew what he was going to do with them, but still, the urge to whimper and squirm away was intense. He taunted her with the small metal devices, pinching at her ear, her collarbone, and the firm flesh on the undersides of her breasts, before he finally let