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“Well, I think it is. And since I’m the one who gets to spank, fondle, and fuck it, I get the final say.”
“Since I’m the one who has to force it into ten different pairs of jeans in the dressing room to find anything that fits, I think I should get the final say.” She didn’t know why she was pushing back so hard; there just seemed to be something inside of her that refused to back down. Compliments had always made her uncomfortable, and the idea of simply accepting them with nothing more than a “Thank you” twisted her stomach into knots.
“You’re forgetting one vital piece of information here, kitten.”
“What’s that?”
Using her hair to pull her head back, he growled into her ear. “You’re not in charge, are you, little girl?”
And just like that, everything faded but him. She could worry about her too-big ass later. For now, all she had to do was focus on pleasing him. “No, sir.”
“So, when I say your ass is perfect, what do you say?”
When she hesitated, he tightened his hold on her hair, the flash of pain prompting her obedience. “Thank you, sir.”
“Much better.” Releasing her, he straightened, his fingers trailing down her spine, leaving a line of gooseflesh in their wake.
“Roll onto your back with your arms stretched over your head.”
She rushed to obey, eager to see what he had planned for her next. Her answer came in the form of a long length of rope he pulled from a walk-in closet the size of her bedroom.
“Have you changed your mind about being tied up?”
“No, sir.” If anything, she was more eager now than when she’d filled out the kinky survey.
Moving to the bed, he climbed up with her, straddling her chest as he went to work. There was something almost hedonistic about being completely nude while he was still fully dressed. It was as if she were on display for him; nothing more than a plaything to be used for his pleasure as he saw fit.
Fuck, she needed to come again.
By the time he’d finished, her hands were clasped together, the soft rope twining around her wrists and forearms. Tilting her head back, she watched in fascination as he secured the remaining rope to the headboard.
“Give it a tug,” he instructed as he climbed off of her.
She pulled lightly, then harder, her heart pounding against her chest when she realized how securely he’d tied her. Not only was she his plaything, she was completely at his mercy. No matter how hard she fought, there would be no breaking free. No escaping whatever torment he had planned for her.
Now shereallyneeded to come again.
Pressing her thighs together, she squeezed, hoping to alleviate some of the ache building in her pussy. But her attempts didn’t go unnoticed.
“None of that, kitten. Knees apart. Wider.” The order was punctuated with a sharp slap to the inside of each thigh when she inched them further apart. “As far as they can go, little girl.”
Huffing softly, she spread her legs wide, fully exposing herself to him. “Happy?”
“I’m always happy when you follow instructions. I am not happy with the attitude you have right now.”
“Sorry, sir.”
“Pull your heels up to your ass but keep your knees open.”
When she was in position, he smiled. Not the playful grin she was used to, but the kind of smile that promised pain and pleasure, as much of each as she could handle.
“Sir…”
“What color are you, baby?”
“Green, but…” she let the question trail off, not wanting to upset him. “I’m green, sir.”
“But, what?”
