pussy, wet and aching with the kind of arousal that took only a touch to spin off into desperate hunger.
Quickly, she circled her clit, but just once, and moved on, low enough to slide inside. She thrust two fingers deep and held them there, the heel of her hand pressed hard against her slippery flesh.
"No wonder Noelle's such an unrepentant brat. You're a bad influence." Disapproving words, wrapped in amused warmth. Dallas jerked on her hair, hauling her fully upright. "Maybe I should ask Jas how he feels about that."
As if she gave a damn. "Should I care what he thinks about it?"
Suddenly, Dallas was there, his breath against her ear, his free hand covering hers where it pressed between her legs. "What if he wanted to take his belt to your ass for it? Would you want the collar gone if I tied you over my bench and let him whip you over the edge? Or maybe Mad or Bren. Or all three of them."
She wanted to say yes, to give him a line he couldn't cross--but this wasn't it. "No," she whispered. "I wouldn't want it gone."
He sucked in a sharp breath, and the hand blanketing hers trembled. Simple words of submission, but if his groan was any indication, they inflamed him. He cupped her breast, his thumb and forefinger closing on her taut nipple. "Fuck yourself, Lex. Now."
She moved, rocking her hand in a grind that gave way too quickly to fucking, sharp, hard thrusts of her fingers that splintered tingles up her spine until only his grip on her hair kept her upright.
That, and the fact that he hadn't yet given her permission to sink to the bed.
She had no warning before his mouth closed around her nipple. He was simply there, rough heat, his teeth digging into soft flesh and his tongue lashing back and forth, flicking over her in time with her thrusting fingers.
Her shaking legs would barely hold her. She gasped his name, and the sound was still dying on her lips when she orgasmed. It singed her all over, a burning pleasure quick enough to wrench a cry from her throat but deep enough to curl her toes. Lex crooked her fingers, desperate to prolong it.
He let her ride the waves, but when the final one shuddered through her, he gripped her wrist and dragged her hand away. "Looks like you need a lesson in asking first, don't you, love?"
Fuck. She swallowed hard. "I forgot."
"I noticed." His lips brushed her ear in a teasing, reassuring kiss before he planted one hand in the center of her chest and pushed. "Fold your arms behind you and lie back."
She was still kneeling. Bending back on the bed, especially with her arms beneath her, would leave her helpless and at his mercy. "I'm trusting you," she murmured, then yielded to the pressure of his hand.
Once her head and shoulders rested on the bed, Dallas drew both hands down her body, pausing to tweak her nipples before his fingers came to rest on her upper thighs. He circled his thumbs, stroking her pussy before spreading her outer lips wide.
Not just at his mercy. On display, open and bare. Helpless. He gave her a silent eternity to feel it before answering, "Trust is the point, love."
His tongue found her clit.
Her legs flexed, but he held her hips still. She was still buzzing, and the inexorably direct contact almost hurt...for a heartbeat. Then the buzzing mellowed into heat, and Lex moaned. "Dallas..."
No reply beyond the clever swipe of his tongue. He knew how to toy with her, when to ease off and build anticipation with slow licks that dragged the rough flat of his tongue over every sensitive spot, and when to return to hard and fast to work her clit with arrogant assurance.
He hauled her closer and closer to the edge, until it was sharp enough to cut. Heat built in her belly until her entire body tensed in anticipation--
And he lifted his head.
She groaned and gripped the bedspread in one fist. "Don't stop, damn it."
His chuckle flowed over her. "I'm saving you from yourself, Lexie. I don't think you were about to ask if you could come."
She'd thought that his reasons didn't matter, but the knot in the pit of her stomach said otherwise. "Tell me why first."
The bed tilted by her head, and she could feel him looming over her, his weight braced with one hand on the mattress. He tugged at the silk, lifting