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I picked her up, putting one arm under the crook of her knees and my other arm behind the small of her back.

She gasped as I lifted her body –

And threw her.

She shrieked and giggled as she landed further up the mattress.

I walked around to the left side of the bed and picked up the loose end of the scarf.

“Well,thatwas a bit forward,” she said, both playful and indignant.

I smiled in amusement.

“We’re well past the point of my being a ‘bit’ forward,” I said as I wrapped the scarf around her forearm, looping it again and again.

But I didn’t tie a knot.

I noticed a hitch in her breathing as the cloth circled her bare skin five, six, seven times.

Then I walked to the other side of the bed and repeated the process.

Now both her arms were bound by the scarves tied to the posts –

But she could have easily gotten free just by moving her arms and unwrapping them.

I walked to the foot of the bed and looked down at her impassively.

She stared up at me, eyes wide.

I reached down, gently grasped her ankles –

And pulled her hard and fast towards me.

She cried out in surprise.

In a split second, her ass was near the edge of the bed –

The hem of her dress was bunched up at the top of her thighs –

And her legs were hanging off the bed on either side of my body.

However, her arms were angled up in the air, pulled by the scarves. The soft material stretched tight between her wrists and the posts.

Again, she could have easily gotten out of the bindings with just a few twists of her arms –

But she didn’t.

Instead, she looked at me, waiting to see what I would do next.

A brute would have immediately unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and fucked her right then and there.

And to tell the truth, I was tempted. My cock was hard as a steel pipe.

But I wasn’t a brute…

And fucking her wasn’t what I had in mind.

Not yet.

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