He rewarded her immediately....no more teasing, mouth finding her center with precision, and her whole body lifted off the bed.
He worked her slowly, thoroughly, keeping her right at the edge without letting her fall. When she was sobbing....actually sobbing, her knuckles white against the silk restraints, his name broken into syllables in her throat.....he pulled back.
"No....no, don't stop..."
"Breathe," he said.
"Dimitri I swear to God..."
"Breathe, Eve."
She breathed. Ragged, furious breaths.
He waited until the edge dulled slightly, then reached for the drawer again.
The vibrator was small, precise, designed for exactly this kind of work. He turned it on low and watched her hips jerk at the first contact.
"Too much?" he asked.
"Not enough," she gritted out.
He turned it up.
She cried out.
