The moment he said it, she pulled him free, gasping softly but still holding him in her hand, fingers firm. She leaned back, eyes bright with triumph.
"What? What? What are you doing?" Luca looked down at her, incredulous.
"Remember? Orgasm denial," Vee said, lifting a brow. The mischief in her tone was like a spark in a dark room.
"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me," he muttered. Every inch of him responded to her, but more than that, his mind raced with conflicting thoughts—control versus surrender, desire versus discipline.
She bent over again, her mouth enveloping him once more. Luca's instincts took over; he moved faster, working through the bindings that held his wrists then grabbed her hair.
"What the hell? How?" Vee gasped, startled and exhilarated, eyes wide with disbelief. "That's cheating."
"I have to teach you how to tie someone up properly," he said. "That's just crap. Come here."
