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I move to sit up, but frown when I can’t. My range of movement is limited. Confused, I glance up and gasp. Both of my hands are firmly locked into place, held together by a device I recognize all too well.
What?
I take a sharp breath.
He’s locked my wrists in the contraption he sent me a picture of yesterday. Outfitted with four leather cuffs, the metal spreader bar is a lot larger in person than what I imagined.
“Morning, sweetness,” he says, as if all was normal in the world.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Saving us time.”
Before I can protest, he lifts one of my legs over my head.
I yelp, trying to shift on the bed, but with two hands locked and one leg already in the cuff, that’s a pathetic attempt.
“Marius!” I scream.
“We have places to be,” he says, casually grabbing onto my other leg, and doing the same.
I’m folded in two, legs and arms over my head. When he lifts the comforter, I gasp, realizing I’m still naked underneath after last night. I’m completely exposed.
I open my mouth to tell him to let me go, but before I can manage a sound, he slaps something on my mouth.
Tape.
Oh, he fucking didn’t.
I try to speak, but the only thing that comes out is muffled sounds.
“I could let you play your usual games. ‘No, Marius. I don’t belong to you, Marius.’ But we slept in, so let’s cut to the chase.”
I thrash against the restraints, my heart racing. It’s completely useless. I’m entirely at his mercy.
I decide I must have been drunk and imagined the tender way Marius fucked me last night, because the man who’s with me can’t possibly be capable of that.
Marius lowers his face between my parted legs, and I throw my head back, losing all fight.
Oh god.
His eyes stay on mine as his tongue twirls around my clit, awakening all my nerve endings. I don’t have a single choice other than to lose myself in him. Marius takes his time, exploring every fold, kissing every crevice. He sucks and blows, fingers joining the foray to pinch, tease, and finally, enter my soaked, needy opening. Suddenly, I’m glad about the tape because at least the inhuman noises climbing up my throat don’t make it out of my mouth.
Oh god, oh god, oh god,this is so good.
Marius relishes in bringing me to the brink of insanity, only stopping when my core tightens, ready to explode.
“Not yet,” he teases, after edging me for the third fucking time in a row.
I whimper helplessly, sweat beating down my brow.
It’s torture. He’s torturing me. He made it quite clear last night that he was pissed about my threesome. And this is payback.
I can’t help but draw a comparison with the last man who reacted in anger.
Brandon might have coerced me into sex from the start, but the violence only started later, when I tried to resist as much as I could, by staying out of the house, finding part-time jobs and tutoring sessions to avoid him. Then, it got worse when I left his house. He hit me to punish me. Instead, Marius brings me an unbearable level of pleasure, and then denies me release.
And I fucking love every second of it.
