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“Unghh–”“Don’t stop until I say so.”His hand tightens in my hair and pushes me back down, and my knees ache against the cold tile floor and my jaw is sore and my eyes are watering and I am, without question, losing my entire mind because I am in the back row of a lecture hall with my stepbrother’s cock in my throat while his father – our lecturer – sits at the front of the room and watches a documentary on Victorian literature like he can’t see exactly what’s happening fifteen feet behind thirty oblivious students.Except he can. I know he can because I just caught his eyes glow amber over the glow of the projector, and there was nothing in them except something dark and heavy that made my stomach drop and my underwear stick to me in a way I’ll be thinking about for the rest of the week – except that now I know what that amber means, now I know the wolf behind the glasses and the composure and the reading glasses.The knowledge that Dominic Voss is sitting at the front of this room

He kisses me.The kiss is slow and grounding and tastes like the Knox who laughed into my neck in the laundry room, not the Knox who fucks me through walls and snarls through plaster, and the tenderness of it makes my eyes burn because this man – this feral, possessive man who threatened to break Theo’s fingers over a handshake – is holding me like I’m something precious and the contradiction between what he is and what he does in moments like this is the thing that keeps me anchored to him even when Dominic’s precision pulls at me from the other direction.He lays me down and his body covers mine and his weight is grounding in the way it was the first time. His hips settle between my legs, and the hardness of him through his jeans presses against me through my underwear in a way that the friction sends a slow pulse of heat through my pelvis that doesn’t spike but SPREADS.He takes me slow. Slower than he’s ever taken me – pushing inside me inch by inch with his forehead against mine

“Your breathing just changed,” he says, and his finger hovers over my clit close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his skin. “The pattern shift tells me the pressure is approaching the threshold where your body begins involuntary contractions – the exact flutter I can usually feel against my fingers when I’m inside you, except that tonight I’m not inside you and you’re approaching the threshold anyway, which confirms my hypothesis that the primary erogenous zone I’ve been stimulating for weeks isn’t between your legs. It’s between your ears.”My hips lift off the couch and my body is chasing his hand that isn’t touching me, and the pressure behind my clit has escalated past anything I can attribute to imagination because there’s a real physical sensation building in my lower belly.I begin to feel a pulsing heat that’s concentrated exactly where his finger is hovering, and the closeness of his hand without the contact is creating a phantom pressure that my nerve endings a

The silk slides over my eyes, and the darkness is immediate.The total and the loss of vision makes every other sense spike so hard that I can hear the clock on his wall ticking and feel the grain of the wood beneath my palms and smell his cologne mixing with the leather of the collar at my throat – Knox’s collar under Dominic’s blindfold, both men’s claims on my body simultaneously, layered like competing signatures on the same document.“I don’t need you to see me,” he says, and his voice is closer than I expected, which means he moved without making a sound, and the fact that a man his size can relocate in silence is something my survival instincts should flag but my arousal interprets as foreplay. “Knox needs your eyes on him because visibility is his currency. I need your ears. Your skin. The way your breathing changes when my hand is close enough to feel but not close enough to touch.”His finger traces down my sternum through the turtleneck and I arch toward the contact because

My hand freezes and my walls clench around my fingers as the denial rips through me like something being torn.I was RIGHT there and he pulled me back.The sob that comes out of me is humiliating and desperate, but I can hear him breathing harder through the speaker which means stopping cost him something too.“Hold yourself there. Fingers inside. Don’t move. Feel yourself clenching around your own hand and know that every pulse you feel is your body asking ME for permission to finish, and I haven’t given it yet.”Five seconds. I count them because counting is the only thing keeping me from disobeying since the pressure inside me is coiling tighter with nowhere to go and my thighs are shaking around my own wrist.“When I tell you to move, I want you to fuck yourself the way I fuck you. And when you cum, I want you to say my name into that pillow so quietly that only I can hear it through the phone. Not Knox’s name. Mine. Because tonight your body is following MY instructions and the o