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I drew her all the way to the edge until she was at the brink and barely refraining from reaching her limit. And I did it three separate times. Every time she told me she was close to finishing, I would stop. I'd wait until her sensations eased up and dissipated before going back. 

She had me convinced. Nothing and nobody in this world was as beautiful and stunning and perfect as Poppy Valentine. I'd give up the world for her, and my world didn't have much in it, to begin with. But I would do fucking anything for this girl. She drove me insane and I fucking loved it with every inch of me. I craved her even when I had her. She was mine. All mine. 

"Please, Josh," she gasped sharply, her back lifting off the bed. 

I wouldn't have stopped if she didn't arch her back off the mattress like this, I would have given her everything she wanted and more and it would have been worth her wait. But I didn't. 

She pulled her hands up before writhing on the sheets, clutching onto the sheets. "I hate you," she panted, her chest rising and falling with each breathless gasp. 

"You were doing so good," I urged her. 

"I thought so too, but apparently not," she chuckled dryly. 

I placed a few kisses on her upper thigh before sliding up while trailing kisses along her skin until I hovered above her. "You broke a rule," I reminded her. 

She opened her eyes, breathing heavily, and stared at me. "I can't take it anymore. You keep edging me." 

"It's worth it," I told her, sliding a hand over her hips and between her legs, my fingers stroking her. 

She sucked in a sharp breath, struggling to hold herself together. 

I reached my other hand up, keeping my thumb on her chin while placing the rest of my fingers under her jaw, feeling her pulse beneath my touch. "Your heart is beating a little fast, darling," I teased. 

"Fuck you," she groaned. I stopped my hands between her legs and she lifted her hands to grab me before pulling them back down. "Stop it, please," she sighed pleadingly. 

"Then tell me what you want." 

She held my gaze as I slowed my fingers down but didn't stop, keeping her there, forcing her to hang onto the edge but not quite letting her fall over it. "Stop teasing me." 

I shook my head. "Wrong answer." 

"Oh," she laughed, restraining herself. "You really do like it when I use my words, don't you?" 

"Hmm, I do," I nodded shamelessly. 

"You're not going to let me finish, are you?" 

"Not like this," I grinned, leaning down and kissing her jaw. 

She could only hold herself off for so long. Exhaling shakily, her hands came up, moving along my arms, her nails gently scratching me. 

I was so close to grabbing that fucking belt. The reason I didn't want her touching me like this was because I didn't trust myself when she did that. I would lose control so fast, I already was. I clenched my jaw and pulled back, grabbing her wrists and pinning them over her head. 

She grinned. "You can give it but you can't take it, can you?" 

I chuckled, staring down at her. "You're a bad girl, Poppy." 

She rolled her eyes. "Punish me then," she said sarcastically. 

I lifted a brow before backing off of her, removing myself. 

She shot up. "No, don't. I was kidding. I was kidding, Josh. Josh," she sighed in defeat when I grabbed the belt. 

I kneeled back down in front of her. "Lay down. You have one last chance." 

She bit down on her grin and lay back down, lifting her knees. 

I laughed, kissing up her inner thigh before I tasted her again. I reveled in her, in the taste of her, in her little gasps and twitches. I wanted her shaking beneath me, I wanted her to remember this for the rest of her life, no matter what. Selfishly enough, I wanted to ruin her for any guy that wasn't me. But she'd never get any guy who wasn't me because she was mine now. I grabbed the back of her thighs, pulling her closer and deeper as I kept going, devouring her, and simultaneously, slipped my fingers inside of her. 

She sat up, grabbing onto my shoulders. "I can't take it. Stop teasing me. Either you let me finish or you..." she paused, holding my gaze. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?' 

"Yes, you are, darling." 

She held her wrists together in front of me and I paused. 

"Really?" I asked, genuinely surprised. 

"Don't you want to?" 

"Of course, I do. But... do you?" 

She laughed softly, "You're doing a lot for me. My turn." 

"Poppy..." 

"Do it." 

I reached for the belt, hesitating once I pulled it up. 

She leaned down in my moment of weakness and kissed my jaw until she reached my ear. "Do it," she whispered. "I broke your rules." She pulled back. 

I watched her, giving her every moment to back out as I wrapped the belt around her wrists before tying it off, buckling it up tightly. She jumped a bit as I tightened up before I pulled my hands down and watched her. She stared at the belt before looking at me. I sighed, "I'm just going to take it off, we don't have to do this." 

"Why? I want to." 

"You sure?" 

She nodded. "But please stop teasing me," she laughed, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. "I've reached my limit. I'm following the rules now, aren't I? I'm telling you." 

I nodded, holding her gaze. 

I might have just fallen in love with her. 

"All right. You did so well," I told her, lowering her back onto the bed and hovering on top of her, "you followed the rules. For the most part." 

She smiled adorably. 

"Good girl," I nodded, knowing that she liked to hear all the praise. The blush on her cheeks gave it away and she tried harder when I praised her. Poppy Valentine had her kinks and they went hand in hand with mine. I moved off of her and grabbed a condom I had. 

"Who were you expecting to have sex with on this trip?" she scoffed as I reached her. 

"You," I smirked. 

She paused in doubt. "Seriously?" 

"I guess you'll never know." I pushed my pants down as she watched before moving back up to her, grabbing her wrists by the belt and pulling them above her head, pinning them down. I went about it slowly still, kissing her and taking my time, drawing every minute out. 

"Please, Josh," she panted as I kissed her sternum before I moved up after pausing to take my briefs off and put on the condom. 

Shifting over her, I pushed her knees apart. "Are you comfortable?" I asked, kissing her neck. 

"Very," she nodded. 

I smiled against her skin before squeezing her waist and then driving my hips forward. 

She gasped, arching up, "Slow. God, slow." Her arms lifted off the bed but I tightened my hold on the belt, pinning her bound hands back down. 

I listened to her words, of course, easing into her, noticing her nails digging into her palms. "Don't do that," I told her, brushing a finger over her hand, "it'll hurt." 

She sighed shakily and then loosened up her fists. 

Drawing my hips back, I waited before thrusting forward again, making her arch into me. "Oh fuck, Poppy," I breathed out, whispering by her ear as I lost myself in her. I held her wrists down by the belt, building up my pace, making sure she was okay with each passing moment. I didn't want to hurt her or do anything she didn't want. I went a bit faster and lifted my grasp on her bound wrists as I got closer to the edge. "Tell me, darling," I demanded. 

"Close, I'm so close," she whispered shakily. She let out the faintest moan a few seconds later, growing a bit still under me, her body tightening as she panted my name and I was right there with her. 

I felt my blood go icy hot as every sensation shattered through me at the same time. The feeling hit me like lightning and waves of electricity. I slowed down as we began catching our breaths, both of us going still before I pulled out of her and sighed, dropping my forehead down to her shoulder, my lips against her neck. It took a few minutes for me to compose myself before I lifted myself up to look at her. "Are you okay?" I asked. 

Instead of answering me, she puts her still bound arms over my head and pulled me into a hard kiss, lifting into me. 

I smiled against her lips and we kissed for a long time, lips moving together, before we broke away, laughing. "Give me two minutes," I told her softly. 

She nodded, lifting her arms and I slipped out, grabbing my briefs and going into the bathroom. 

I cleaned myself up and grabbed a warm, damp towel for her but stopped on my way out and turned the bathtub faucet on, letting it fill up with warm water. I walked back out where she sat up now, staring at the belt around her wrists, trying to tug it free. I laughed, standing in front of her. "Here. Let me help." I put the towel on her thigh before unbuckling the belt and unwrapping it, leaving it on the table behind me before taking her wrists, running the warm towel over them. "I hope it didn't hurt." I looked up at her. 

She shook her head, watching me. They were a little red but that was it. She stared at me in confusion. "Is the bath running?" 

I nodded. "Can I have a bath with you?" 

"You're running it for me?" 

"Mm-hmm," I nodded again. 

She leaned forward, kissing me again but only briefly. After a while, while I was still in the room, she disappeared into the bathroom, going to add bubbles. "Josh, it's full!" 

I stood up and walked over, finding her already in the tub, mixing the soap around and she stared at me, grinning. "Don't look," I laughed, grabbing my waistband. 

"Oh, I haven't seen anything," she snorted, facing the other way. 

I splashed her with some water once I was sitting across from her and she giggled, facing me. Her hair was back in a bun again and I turned the water off behind me once the tub was completely full. There were bubbles and foam everywhere before she grabbed two handfuls and dropped it on my head. 

"Can I do that?" I asked. 

"No, I washed my hair yesterday." 

"Okay," I laughed. 

She chuckled, booping my nose, leaving a little blob of soap there. I pulled her a bit closer to me and we sat in silence, watching each other for a minute. 

"Poppy?" 

"Hmm?" she asked, bringing her knees in, hugging them. 

"I'm scared," I admitted. 

She frowned, "Why?" 

"Because I think I love you." 

She paused before taking my hands and locking our fingers together. "What's there to be scared about? I told you, remember? One day at a time." 

I hummed, nodding. She was right. 

"And Josh?" 

I met her eyes again. 

"I love you too," she smiled. 

I leaned in, tilting her chin up with my knuckles before taking her lips in a kiss that meant more to me than all our other ones. 

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