I swallowed and glanced at how his hand clutched the belt. I crawled to the foot of the bed and stood, then bent myself over it like the first night I was here when he’d whipped me.

“Spread your legs.”

I did as he said, widening my stance while he stood behind me. I didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know if he’d whip me or fuck me or both.

“Don’t turn around, whatever you do.”

I didn’t speak. I was unable to. It took all I had not to look over my shoulder.

It was quiet forever, and I knew he watched me until, an eternity later, his footsteps broke the silence, and he approached. I held my breath, the tears finally having stopped, and when he lay the belt across my back, I startled at the cool, heavy leather.

Fingertips touched me, hands on my ass, tickling at first, then pulling me open.

“Please,” I begged, not sure what I begged for. Not expecting the thing that came, the soft wetness of his tongue on me, on my sex, licking me, tasting me, pulling me wide as one hand snaked toward my clit. He began to rub the hardened nub.

I fisted my hands and bit my lip. His tongue working me expertly, the pleasure unbearable as I fought against it, the battle lost when he slipped his tongue inside me, his fingers rubbing harder. I arched my back and pressed against him, squeezing the muscles of my legs and closing my eyes, drawing blood from my lip in an effort to mute the moan that preceded the orgasm while he sucked and rubbed. I gasped for breath and clawed the mattress, my knees giving out as I began to slide from the bed.

He caught me, and when he did, I turned my head to meet his eyes, discovering that the mask had been discarded somewhere on the floor. Blue-gray eyes shone back at me, the pupils big and dark. With one hand, he kept me pinned to the bed while with the other, he undid his jeans and pushed them and his briefs down. He took himself into his hand, and our gazes locked. He began to pump. I watched his face, his angel’s face, his burning eyes, swollen lips parted and glistening with my juices.

“I like how you taste,” he said, his body jerking a little.

I turned my gaze to the hand that held his cock, watching him pump hard and fast.

“I told you not to turn around, didn’t I?” he asked.

I licked my lips, unable to tear my eyes away and was ready when he fisted my hair and drew me to my knees before him.

“Suck my cock, Gia.” He shook me once. “If you bite, I’ll fucking kill you.”