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I stifled a moan.

“Let me know if it’s too tight,” he said.

“It’s not,” I breathed out.

He smiled and continued to tie me up.

Every brush of the rope was like a lover’s caress…

And every time a loop tightened, I felt my heart thud in my chest.

When he finished tying my ankles, he asked, “Now your hands?”

“Yes,” I said emphatically.

He knelt behind the chair and tied my hands together.

The experience was even more erotic than when he’d bound my ankles.

I stifled a moan as the rope tightened around my wrists.

When he was finished, he sat down on the bed opposite me.

I sat there, lightheaded, my panties absolutely drenched.

He smiled at me kindly. “Is that good?”

“Yes,” I moaned, then blushed to hear the passion in my voice.

He chuckled, then asked, “Is there something else you’d like?”

I stared at him. “Like… what?”

He shrugged. “Would you like me to touch you?”

My face burned hot as lava.

I took a long time to answer…

But every desire I’d had in the six years since my kidnapping flashed through my head.

“…yes,” I whispered.

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He told me again that I was in complete control.

That I could stop what was happening at any time.

That the entire purpose was my pleasure.

That I should speak out if I felt uncomfortable at any point.

“Are you ready?” he finally asked.

“Yes,” I murmured.

He stood up next to me –

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