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on the table, arms over your head.” Her lips parted and she started to say something, then she moved silently toward the table. “What’s the matter?”
    “I want to touch you before you restrain me.”
    And I want to feel your emotions while we make love. He didn’t allow the thought beyond his mental shields, and all he said was, “No.”
    She positioned herself as he’d directed, hands clutching one end of the table while her feet rested on the other.
    Moving to the table’s edge, he grasped the underside of her knees and pulled her toward him. He draped her legs over his shoulders then lowered his head between her thighs. “You do not have permission to come.”
     
    Saroji trembled as his mouth pressed against her pussy. She understood his strategy. He wasn’t punishing her, exactly, just protesting her stubbornness. He would tease her, let her need build until she was screaming for release… But what if he never allowed her to come?
    His agile tongue stroked up one side of her slit, avoided her clit, and ran down the other side. She clutched the edge of the table and closed her eyes, knowing his teasing had just begun. He gently sucked on her delicate inner folds and circled her opening without pushing inside.
    Reaching around her hips, he caressed her torso and sides. He squeezed her breasts from time to time but avoided her nipples. Each touch was designed to drive her wild and it was working far better than she’d imagined.
    Her inner muscles clenched, accenting the hollowness waiting to be filled. She rocked and wiggled against his mouth, trying to bring his cruel tongue into contact with her clit. For just an instant, his lips closed around the swollen nub and gently sucked.
    Sensations rushed toward his mouth, her core rhythmically tightening. Then he let go and raised his head. The orgasm fizzled, and she cried out in exasperation. “If it were only myself at risk, I would—”
    “I didn’t give you permission to speak.” The reminder sounded calm and distant.
    She watched him as he rose and moved to the compartments inset in the wall beside them. His features were locked in an expressionless mask but his gaze revealed his frustration. “Turn over.”
    She wasn’t sure she wanted to let him restrain her in his current mood, but her own desire was making rational thought difficult. He wasn’t capable of harming her. Even after all the Gathosians had done to him, she knew she could trust him with her body. Their minds had just begun to meld when Ra’jen interrupted them. She’d sensed pain and fury in Malik, but no cruelty.
    He needed to control her. Refusing to open her mind was hurtful enough; she would freely submit in every other way. She turned over and spread out on her stomach, resting her cheek on her folded arms. The floor-to-ceiling mirror allowed her to see the entire room, so she relaxed and watched him.
    His body was amazing. Long and lean, rippling with muscular definition. She wanted to touch him, run her hands up and down his back and squeeze his flexing ass as he thrust inside her aching pussy. But he obviously had something else in mind.
    He looked through the drawers and cabinets, concealing his selections with the angle of his body. After arranging what he’d chosen inside an open drawer, he turned around and met her gaze in the mirror.
    “Fold your legs beneath you but leave your arms as they are.”
    In other words, ass in the air, head down. She couldn’t suppress a smile. It was his favorite position. At least he couldn’t restrain her like that.
    Moments after she adjusted her position, he proved her wrong. He reached beneath the table and retrieved leather cuffs she hadn’t noticed before. The cuffs were attached to the underside of the table by metal cables.
    Her heart fluttered as he laced the cuffs, securing her wrists to the table. Then he wrapped leather straps around her elbows, providing just enough tension to hold her forearms in place.
    He trailed his