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“I’ll buy you more,” he answers, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me as he slips the scissors between my breasts and cuts through the middle of my bra. I inhale sharply.

He drags the dull edge down my sternum, pressing into the valley between my breasts, the pressure firm enough to make me shiver. Goosebumps erupt across my skin as he trails lower, circling my navel before tossing the scissors aside. They clatter to the floor, and then his hands are on me—rough palms sliding up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the remnants of my bra. His touch is electric, igniting every nerve, and I arch into it despite myself.

“Just a touch and you’re already melting for me,” he says, wonder lacing his words. Then, almost as an afterthought, “Since you were a virgin until recently, I’ll go easy on you… at first.”

His breath is hot against my skin as he leans in. One finger dips into my navel, swirling slowly, and I gasp, the unexpected intimacy making my muscles twitch. His eyes darken with amusement. “It would be in your best interest to tell me everything you know before I stop being merciful.”

I gulp past my dry throat, the ropes creaking as I strain against them. “So, what? You’re going to torture me with sex? Isn’t that counterproductive?” It doesn’t sound like torture—the ache between my legs proves exactly how not torturous this is. To drive the point home, I raise my hips toward him, offering myself.

He chuckles, deep and mocking, pressing my hips back down with effortless strength.

“Before me, were you ever denied an orgasm?” he asks, his fingers ghosting over the edge of my panties.

I frown, confusion mixing with the building heat. “What?”

“No, I’m your first everything. Aren’t I?” He smiles, that smug curve of his lips reminding me he’s the one who took my virginity. “I’ll work your tight little body until you’re right on the brink, and your answers will determine if I let you go over or not.”

A helpless whimper escapes as his hand cups my breast through my torn bra. “That’s—that’s unfair.”

“Trying to kill me was fair?” He tugs sharply on my nipple, twisting enough to send a jolt of pain-laced pleasure to my clit, and I gasp, my back bowing off the bed. “At any rate, if you don’t want me to do this, all you have to do is tell me everything you know.”

I clamp my mouth shut, defiance flaring in my chest even as my pussy throbs with need.

He smirks, straightening up. “So be it.”

He steps away from the bed, leaving me panting, and rummages through a drawer. My eyes widen when he returns with a black vibrator, its surface smooth and ominous. He flicks it on, the low buzz filling the room like a promise, and kneels between my legs again.

Without preamble, he yanks my panties aside, exposing my slick folds to the cool air. I bite my lip as he presses the vibrating tip to my inner thigh, teasing upward in agonizing increments. “Who sent you?” he asks in a low croon, his free hand spreading my lips wide, thumb circling my entrance but not entering.

I shake my head, but he leans down, his tongue flicking out to drag slowly over my clit. Pleasure explodes through me so fast my hips jerk against the restraints. “Dimitri, please.” The word tears from my throat as he sucks my clit between his lips, the vibrator humming against my perineum all the while.

“I haven’t even started, and you’re already begging?” He clicks his tongue in mock disappointment, pulling back completely.

The sudden absence leaves me aching, my pussy clenching around nothing, a whine building in my chest.

He doesn’t give me long to suffer before diving back in. His hands knead my thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh before one slides up and pinches my clit, rolling it roughly. I cry out as the crest of my climax rushes toward me fast—too fast. That’s when his mouth lowers again, his tongue finally thrusting into me, fucking my entrance in wet, sloppy strokes while the vibrator buzzes against my ass cheeks. My body coils tighter, breaths coming in ragged gasps as the pressure builds to a fever pitch.

“Who sent you?” he growls against my skin, the vibration of his voice pushing me closer.

“Fuck—Dimitri!” I choke out, trembling, right there, right at the edge⁠—

And then he stops.

The vibrator clicks off. His mouth withdraws. His hands still.

I thrash against my bonds, a frustrated scream ripping from my lungs as the orgasm vanishes mid-climb, leaving me hollow and desperate. “Please, I need you.”

“Then tell me,” he says calmly, watching me writhe with those intensely hot eyes.

No. I won’t break. There’s too much at stake.

He reads my answer on my face, and with a slow shake of his head, he starts again. This time, he goes slower, his tongue tracing lazy circles around my clit while two thick fingers sink inside me, curling right against that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. The vibrator hums back to life directly on my swollen clit, the dual assault building hotter and fiercer than before. Sweat slicks my skin, my tits heaving with my breaths as I chase the peak yet again. He sucks my folds into his mouth, teeth grazing enough to sting, and I’m there—right fucking there⁠—

Then he pulls away. Again.

I shake violently against the ropes, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the torment.

“Who sent you, Grace?”