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your body, hidden and not hidden, and not once am I going to enter you.” His other finger slid in and parted her lips to expose her clit. She pulled at her restraints, feeling overwhelmed by helplessness and sharp excitement. He watched her face the whole time, enjoying her pleasure, while his fingers caressed, softly at first and then steadier. Arianna tried to fight it, tried to hold on for longer, not used to so much foreplay being focused on her with such intensity. “I don’t want—“

    “Come for me, Arianna,” he coaxed. “Come for me the first time while I watch what I do to you.” Almost punishing her for holding back, he slipped one finger gently inside her and rubbed, harder, and harder, faster until—

    “Grant! Oh, God!” She came hard, her hips arching up against his hand as the shimmers sliced through her in an agony of pleasure. Slowly, she floated down, her legs relaxing against his fingers, her wetness trickling down her thigh. He laughed in satisfaction and then rolled on top of her, his mouth near hers.

    “That’s it. That’s what you needed. Now, let’s bring you back up.” His mouth took hers. Like a whisper, floating, he eased her into the kiss, his taste and scent swamping her senses as she opened her mouth to his.

    His tongue thrust into the warm satin of her mouth, urging her in an endless game of come and play. She moaned deep in her throat and he caught the sound, his fingers stroking her nipples like light teasing feathers, making them twist and tighten. Her stomach dipped as she felt herself begin to crest again, the delicious tension pulling bit by bit, and then his mouth moved down to her neck to bite and lick.

    “I want to touch you.” She gasped the words.

    “Not yet. I think you’re always too eager to dive right in. Let me teach you how the ancients practiced sex.” His mouth moved to her breasts. His tongue swirled around her nipples, his hands pushing up her mound so he could suckle and lick and bite until her nerve endings jumped at the sound of his voice or the touch of his fingers. “A woman’s body is made for sex, but a man needs to learn discipline to fully appreciate his own pleasure. Holding back and riding the wave makes it more intense when we finally explode.” His mouth moved lower across her stomach, dipped into her navel, then licked at the edge of her junction. “Tantra is about sexual energy. It’s about foreplay, and the journey. Not the culmination.” His fingers parted her thighs wide, then wider, his thumbs held open her pussy as his tongue licked and teased gently at her budding clit.

    “I’m going to thrust inside of you and not come, Arianna. Not until you beg me over and over for mercy.” He paused, and looked up her body so his black eyes cut into hers with pure heat. “Again, baby. Come again.”

    His tongue thrust inside of her, and tongued her swollen nub, over and over. Arianna felt her inner center squeeze and tighten with anticipation, with need, wanting more, and then she let go again, his mouth swallowing her climax, her scream ripping through the room.

    Arianna began to drown in a fog of pure sensual feeling, sensitive to his tongue and fingers and voice. She cried for him, for his cock to be inside her, but he denied her still and flipped her over. Her rear arched high in the air and his moist, warm breath found other crevices to explore. He pushed against her knees, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to anything he wanted to do to her, and still she begged for mercy. Finally, he turned her again and rose above her.

    His erection filled her gaze, and she moaned, half in torment, half in pleasure as he laughed and finally gave her what she wanted. With one quick movement, he uncuffed her wrists.

    “Now, take me.”

    He pushed inside of her, stretching her, his massive length sliding through the wet channels of her pussy. He buried himself so deep to the hilt she didn’t know where he stopped and she