The Player (The Game Maker #3)(41)

No. Dmitri might be obsessed, but I knew he would never hurt me.

I would hurt him, though.

He nuzzled a breast. “When you told me you never wanted to see me again, I barely stood it. Vika, I could not do it a second time.”

Guilt twisted my chest.

He trailed kisses down my body. I tried to hold on to my remorse, but his warm, firm lips were melting it away. On his way down, he rubbed his cheek over my hip bone. When he moved his head between my bound legs, he stretched his big body perpendicular to mine so I could see that magnificent cock.

“You wanted to know how I hurt my hand?” As his palms glided up my thighs, he pressed a kiss above the binding on one of my legs. “Last night, you left me seething. I wasn’t to see you again? To touch you? I repeatedly punched a f*cking wall. Trying to feel anything but that emptiness.”

“That’s not right, Dmitri! Crazy . . .”

His hot breaths whispered across my upper thigh. “Never said I was sane.” He nuzzled my outer lips.

“Oh!”

“No matter what I do to you tonight, remember one thing: this * belongs to me.” He licked my labia, giving a groan of pleasure.

My thoughts scattered. “Oh, my God—”

I jerked against my restraints when he sucked on a lip. “Dmitri!” Then he nibbled that damp flesh! I could only whimper. He never neared my clit, just played with my lips, yet the mix of sensations already had me tripping closer to the edge . . . and he seemed to be just warming up.

“Prosto rai, ángel.” Sheer heaven. He was in love with this! As he feasted, his cock strained. With each visible throb, more precum beaded the slit.

I yearned for that length inside me. Needed to milk it with my body. I’d grown so wet my slickness had seeped down between my cheeks. My bound thighs trembled around his head. “What’re you doing to me?” My voice sounded awed.

How could bondage feel so . . . freeing? I didn’t have to do all the work. All I had to do was surrender.

“Trying to go slow.” Lick. “To not devour you.” Suck. “My luscious woman.” He clenched my thighs with shaking hands, yet he kept a leisurely pace.

He planned to tease me like last night! If I ached any more for his cock, I’d go as crazy as he was. “You said I’d beg you for sex—I am! Please, Dmitri, please.”

He groaned again. “And break my promise to you? You, who mean so much to me?”

Before I could register his words, he began flicking his tongue over my lips. “Ahhh!” I could almost feel those vibrations where I needed them most. “Then please lick me harder. Higher!”

“No, you’re not to come yet. Not without my permission.”

“Dmitri!” I was so close, couldn’t stop undulating to his tongue. How quickly I’d gone from no oral sex to pretty please eat me raw!

He drew back to say, “Look at your hips rocking. You had better not disobey me.”

I wanted to snatch the back of his head and grind my wetness against his mouth. “I can’t take much more of this.”

He leaned down until his breaths heated my clit. “Should I make you come? Bring off your needy . . . soaked . . . *?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Just those words in his sinful, accented voice . . . My head thrashed. “Going to come! Oh, oh, I’m close!”

“Nyet.”

I cried, “Why?”

“I could be moved to mercy. But I don’t think you’re mindless enough yet. You’d have to convince me.”

Again he controlled me. He’d taken ownership of my body, my mind. The thrall had me in its grip. “Mindless?” I raised my upper body so I could meet his eyes. I barely recognized my voice as I begged, “Please tongue my clit. It throbs so bad, I can’t stand it! Lick it. Taste it.”

His fingers bit into my thighs. “Would you prefer my tongue on your clit? Or in you?” With a husky groan, he licked right at my entrance—then he f*cked it with his stiffened tongue.

Once my mind caught up with what my body was experiencing, I screamed. Shattered. “Oh, my God! YES!” My back arched like a bow, thighs closing around his ears as he licked me deep. . . .

But once I’d peaked, he kept going, ravenous. He spread me wide with both hands to lap up my cum.

I twisted beneath his mouth. “Too much! Too much, Dmitri!”

He ignored me! I tried to break his kiss, but he wasn’t budging, too busy making a meal out of me.

I couldn’t fight him, couldn’t push him away, was helpless to do anything other than take the pleasure he forced on me. He’d warned me of this!

Finally, I surrendered to it.

To him.

Only then did he give me a reprieve. He nuzzled me again, his harsh breaths tickling my hypersensitive flesh.

My head fell back. “Oh, my God.” I’d just come harder than ever before—from oral sex. And he hadn’t even touched my clit.

There’d never been anything wrong with me. I was floating. I love you, Dmitri Sevastyan. Not really. Maybe. I couldn’t.

My * is in love with your mouth and wants to get married.

He didn’t sound as enamored of me when he said, “You neither asked for, nor received my permission to come.”

Weirdly, I wasn’t satisfied. I needed more. I leaned up. “You wanted me mindless—I am!” I didn’t care about the mixed signals I was giving. I didn’t care about anything but sex with this man. “Please f*ck me.” I’d had a sampling of his fingers and tongue. What could he do with his entire body?