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He doesn’t speak or even seem to breathe as he mounts my hips and begins to bind my right wrist.

My heart throbs in my ears. I start to look at him for lines, for the point where I would start if I were sketching him. I’d do his shoulder lines real smooth. I’d make his cheeks stand out the way they do right now. And pensive lips. I close my eyes and feel his fingers brushing my hand. Flexing and straining as he gets the rope just right.

I take a slow breath as that wrist is fully bound.

He shifts his weight, and I feel a bolt of something hot and satisfying. I love being under him. I think maybe this proximity is the best thing I’ve ever felt. How I can feel it when he takes a breath. How I can smell him. How it’s foreign and I want to breathe it deeper. He’s so pretty. He’s so strange. He’s got my left hand now.

“You’re at my mercy,” he murmurs.

I’m proud that I’m excited now, not scared.

He moves his heavy straddle down my hips, my thighs. He leans back on his heels and spreads my knees apart. His hands are gentle, running down my calves.

He coils the rope around my ankle. “Scaring you is not my goal.”

“What is?” I whisper, peeking up at him.

His eyes bore through me, slide away. He lifts my right ankle and sets it down atop the rope. “Making you feel pain and pleasure—so you can enjoy them both. Have you ever gotten off from pain?”

The word burns through me. I shift my head a little, trying to escape the warm blush on my cheeks. A strand of hair falls in my face. I reach f

or it. The rope stops my wrist before my fingers even fully stretch.

Kellan’s blue gazes presses on mine. I shift my eyes away, but feel his linger on me in a subtle show of dominance. I have to work to stop a smile from blooming on my face.

He finishes tying my ankle and I try to scissor my legs, just for the sensation of failure.

Kellan grins, wolfish. He’s crouched at my feet in nothing but his khakis. He looks vibrant. Energized. And his upper body... damn. It’s like a statue.

His dancing eyes elevate his beauty to an almost supernatural level. For once, his face looks... light. I scrutinize his features and find the word I’m looking for: jubilant.

He moves between my legs and leans to plant a kiss behind my knee. I thought seeing me bound would stoke him to a frenzy, but I didn’t understand. Now that he has me where he wants me, he’s relaxed.

He trails his warm mouth up and down my inner thighs until my pussy has its own heartbeat—and when he parts my lips and strokes me with his tongue, my hips buck off the bed.

His tongue rolls through my swollen slit. I push myself against his face. The ropes tug at my wrists and ankles. Pleasure sears me as his tongue laps at my sopping core. I try to scoot away. I moan. I rock forward.

“It’s too soon to come, Cleo.”

He teases at my entrance, stuffing his tongue inside, dragging it out. He laps up and down my folds. When I’m moaning, trembling and helpless, he scoops his hands under my ass. He shifts my hips up off the bed, tugs my ass cheeks apart, and meets my puckered entrance with his soft, wet lips. I gasp as he tries to push his tongue inside.

Into my dripping pussy, he stuffs a third finger.

“I like this little asshole, Cleo,” he breathes against it. “One day soon, I’m going to work my way inside it.”

For today, he lubes me with his tongue and pushes a pinkie finger in. It’s overwhelming, being stretched back there, while three fingers writhe in my cunt and his slick, hot tongue teases my swollen clit.

I come hard and helpless, panting as my wrists jerk against their binds.

My chest is heaving when my brain reboots. I feel... electrified. I curl my fingers inward, pull against the ropes.

“Relax.”

I do—because I want to show him I can handle this.

He licks my pussy once more, making me struggle against my binds, then tugs his pants down just below his rigid hips, revealing a mouth-watering treasure trail and his long, stiff dick.

It’s fucking huge: a cock, for sure. It’s so ridiculously... perfect—like everything about him. It could be a mold for a dildo company. He wraps his hand around it, loosely pumping up and down, and I think this should be a .gif, gracing Tumblr feeds.

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