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I can’t let her think that. Not until she begs me for my cock.

Natalie squirms as I strap her ankles to the footboard, leaving her bound to my bed with her legs spread wide, her hands over her head, and her perky nipple poking through the lacy bra. Fuck. She is a sight, beautiful and sexy.

“You're going to untie me right now,” she says in a wavering voice while the insides of her thighs glisten with sweat.

“I don’t think I will.” I stand at the foot of the bed, take off my briefs, and palm my cock.

Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip before her gaze traces over the tattoos on my ribs. She tries to press her thighs closer together, but the straps keep her in place.

I wrap my hand around the base of my cock. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

She glances at the black binds, the pretty pink blush crawling down her neck. “What are you going to do now?”

“Right now? I want to slide my cock between your tits while you lick me with every thrust. I want to hear you begging for me to lick your sweet little pussy.” I stroke my cock from base to tip, gripping tighter as I run my hand over the tip before sliding back down.

Natalie’s chest rises and falls rapidly, her eyes glued to my pumping hand. “And then what?”

“Then I want to feel your mouth on my cock. I want to hear you moan as you take me into your tight little throat, desperate for my cum like the dirty little girl you are.”

“I’m not,” she says, but her tone has no weight as she rolls her hips and presses her ass into the sheets to ease the ache in her pussy that I know she has.

Whether she likes it or not, she craves me just as much as I want to devour her.

“You are.” I get onto the bed, leaning over her to prop a pillow beneath her head so she can see everything I plan to do to her. “It’s time that you embrace it, Natalie, as long as you’re only a dirty girl for me.”

She rolls her lower lip between her teeth; her body unconsciously lifts against me as I kneel between her legs.

I rub my thumb over the head of my cock, catching the bead of moisture.

“Can I taste?” she asks shyly, her eyes dancing with desire.

“That didn’t sound like begging to me.” I cup a hand over her pussy, pressing hard enough to tease her but not enough to give her anything resembling relief.

“Please?”

“Not good enough.”

My hand leaves her core as I reach into the nightstand once more and pull out a knife.

She squeals as she sees the knife gleaming in the dim light above. “What are you going to do with that?”

“I thought of marking you with my initials.” I run the tip of the knife along her thigh, but the pressure is not enough to leave even a mark on her body.

She moans, and her body shudders.

“You like the idea of being branded, don't you, Natalie?” I mock her by sliding the blade under her panties and letting her feel the cool metal against her skin before I cut away the fabric.

Her pussy is slick with her arousal, shining and begging me to taste her.

I ignore it for a moment and tease her again with the tip of the knife, gently dragging it up her middle and stopping between her breasts. “I didn’t think you were the kind of woman who liked knife play. I thought you were too pure. Too innocent. Look how wrong I was.”

“Leon! Careful.” She shrieks.

“Good girl. Practice now because later, you’ll be too full of cock to remember anything but my name.”

With a quick tug, I cut through the thin straps, reach behind her back, and unclasp her bra. Her luscious breasts bounced free, and I let my hand glide gently over them.

She breathes deeply, arches her chest, and tilts her head to the side. My cock twitches, and I groan as she plays coy. A new, unexpected feeling begins to creep into me. I could slit her throat, for all she knows me, and yet she trusts me completely that I won’t hurt her.

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