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The seconds passed and the not knowing, waiting for him, needing him in the worst possible way, almost made me push the envelope. Whisper. Plead. Clear my throat.
    I wrangled my impatience, the inner submissive in me that found release in giving up control, in the very uncertainty that made me tremble, taking my internal reins. You didn't sign up for a man who skips to the end of the book. You signed up for a man who lingers, teasing the pages of your story. You signed up for the journey.
    And so I waited, not trying to force his hands or peer out of my blindfold for clarity. I didn't fret that my nod was the wrong answer, because there were no wrong answers. This wasn't a test or a battle of wills. This was dominance and submission. This was trust. And when he broke the silence, whispering, 'Good', lust choked the single syllable.
    My core fluttered with pleasure when he touched me. Softly. His thick and powerful fingers, fingers that knew how to pinch, how to grip, how to dole out slices of delicious pain, also knew how to play me like an instrument.
    Funny, I thought a grunt would force his hand. His fingers were about to force mine. Force me to croon with pleasure because the heat at the center of me, the desire that coated his fingers and was making sounds of its own, was making staying silent a challenge.
    “Is this what you wanted? Me to use you as I see fit?”
    He slipped his finger inside me and I threw my head back, my mouth flying open in a silent cry of elation.
    My answer, my yes, was playing on loop, so close to becoming an audible thing. A screech. And it was like he knew, building in speed, flicking and pulsing around my clit, thrusting deeper like he was getting close to losing his mind too.
    He smoothed a hand over my abdomen, making a hot, delicate path towards my breasts. My chest heaved with every moment, every breath getting away from me because I knew where he was headed. My nipples were gluttons for punishment, solid and aching. When he swept his thumb over my right one, gripping my breast tight, moving closer until I felt his muscled body pressed against mine, I couldn't help myself.
    I gasped.
    He let out a low chuckle, his grip on my breast tightening as his other hand doled out a strike on my bottom. Pain flashed across my skin, a wildfire that cooled when his fingertips strummed the epicenter. Distracting me from the punishment, with the gift of his touch.
    “Answer me,” he crooned in my ear, his tongue drawing a unfair, tantalizing circle on my neck while his fingers danced inside me. “You were so bold a few moments ago. So demanding yesterday. Is this what you want?”
    Like he knew I was dangerously close to snapping, he withdrew from me, only to follow with the one thing that could make me scream .
    It was only the tip of his cock. The blindfold didn’t matter because I could have drawn it with my eyes shut with detail and precision. That was the mushroom head that he nudged against my swollen clit. There was that sensitive, mouthwatering ridge that he loved for me to linger at. My body clutched the head of him, my muscles quivering with the same hunger as my voice.
    “Yes, Jacob!” I gasped, slamming a hand on the glass. Surrendering to him. A complete and utter slave to my Dom. “That’s what I want! I need you inside me. I need you inside me now!”
    It was like the dam broke, all the cracks rupturing. Not only had I disobeyed, but I’m pretty sure there was some flagrancy thrown in there for good measure. Not that it mattered, but I pressed my hands against the glass, needing something solid to cling to because I was surely about to atone, even if the game was rigged.
    “Now?” he mused, his fingers making me jump because I was expecting his palm to collide with my flesh, not a gentle rounding of one cheek, then the next. His next move was even more surprising.
    He removed my blindfold.
    My eyes struggled to adjust, the brightness of the room too much and a welcome reprieve