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"I never bet on a losing hand," I whisper.

In one move, I pull my belt out with a snap. She flinches, her eyes widening in surprise.

Instead of trying to wrestle it around her wrists, I simply wrap it around her back and over her arms, trapping them against her sides.

I suspect it's only her curiosity and shocked arousal that give me enough time to cinch it under her breasts.

She looks down at the expensive leather circling her torso. It’s beautiful and completely obscene.

She tests the strength of it. Her arms are locked.

She looks up at me. And a slow, wicked smile spreads across her face.

"Is that the best you've got, Conti?" she purrs.

My cock twitches. The challenge in her eyes is a declaration of war, and I am more than ready to fight.

I smile, a slow, predatory curve of my lips.

"Careful, Donna," I warn her. "Or I might just have to punish you for that tone.”

A shiver runs through her, her body pressing closer to mine, a silent admission of exactly what she wants.

"Promises, promises," she whispers.

My grip on her belt tightens, pulling her even closer.

"You have no idea," I growl.

Then I do something that shocks her: I take a seat in her desk chair.

I use the belt to pull her toward me.

She's now standing between my spread thighs.

I run my hands up her body, her skin hot and flushed. I cup her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her nipples.

She bites her lip, a soft gasp escaping her.

"So beautiful," I murmur as I tease her nipples into hard peaks.

Her head falls back, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips.

I continue my exploration, my hands sliding down her stomach, my fingers tracing the line of her hips.

Her breath hitches as my fingers dip between her legs, teasing her entrance.

"So wet," I murmur. "Is all this for me?"

"Yes," she breathes, her body trembling. "All for you."

I smile, a slow, triumphant curve of my lips.

Then I thrust two fingers inside her.

She cries out, her body arching against me. Her inner walls clench around my fingers, her body urging me on.

I pump my fingers in and out of her, my thumb circling her clit. Her hips buck, her body grinding against my hand.