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I give her a little smack to her ass to get her moving.

Under the bed I have an array of objects to play with. Right now I’m going to use rope to tie myclaimed onewhere I want her.

I’m still naked. Still wearing my mask. I crouch down, my thick cock slapping against the bedroom floor. I work the rope around Serafina’s right ankle in a Shibari pattern, keeping the hold stiff but not too tight. I then pull the rope to one of the hooks in the floor.

She’s watching me work. But she doesn’t speak. That’s good. Once I’m done securing her ankles, I stand up and begin to tie her right wrist.

“Ty,” she whispers.

I don’t acknowledge her. I finish her right wrist and move to her left. Minutes later she’s completely tied up, ankles, wrists. The rope secured through the hooks, meaning she can’t move.

I step back and admire my creation. Her legs, ass, and lower back look amazing. I move closer and touch her tits. I cup. I knead. I squeeze slowly and with hard purpose.

She groans in pain. Pleasurable pain. My thumbs and pointer fingers come together at her nipples and I pull.

“You’ll be waiting for me when I get back,claimed one,” I growl.

“What? Ty. Tyrant. Please.”

I throw my right hand up and grab her jaw.

“Shut up,” I whisper in a deep voice.

I know she’s wet and cold. I know her wrists and arms are uncomfortable. I know she’ll panic. I don’t care.

When I return to her, she’ll be one step closer to being broken.

I fucking hate treadmills,yet here I am, shirtless, running as fast as I can on one. I’ve already completed three miles in twenty minutes.

Demo steps in front of the treadmill, folds his large arms and looks at me.

I smack the emergency button, immediately stopping the treadmill. My body barely feels anything from the run. There’s some sweat on my face and glistening on my skin, but I can easily run another ten miles, probably more before even being close to getting out of breath.

I hear a loud crashing sound and look to see Peri sitting up from completing a bench press. He lets out a howl and he and Vic punch fists together.

I take a deep breath, nice and slow.

“What?” I ask Demo.

“It’s time to show off yourclaimed,” he says. “Unless you haven’t had her yet.”

He grins at me, loving that he can dig at my nerves and basically get away with it. Not many people can act this way and walk away with all their teeth still intact.

I don’t need to respond to Demo. I don’t need to brag about any of my sexual victories. He doesn’t need to know that Serafina is naked and tied up in myotherroom. That’s not his fucking business. That’s not anyone’s fucking business.

Mybroodwants me to show off myclaimed one. That’s all part of it. Myclaimed onewill be known by all. Seen by all.

Myclaimed onewill be on her knees in front of mybrood.

It will be the first time she tastes my cock… but not the first time she tastes my cum.

Chapter Twenty

SERAFINA

The panic finally subsides.How long has my mind been fighting my body? I really have no idea. What I know is that the moment Tyrant closed the bedroom door, my body went into total panic mode. Like a captured fawn in a fence, I began to thrash and pull. I screamed, but nobody heard me and nobody helped me. The more I pulled, the tighter the rope felt.

The end result now? My ankles burn with ripped skin on fire. My wrists feel just about the same. I look up to my right wrist and I see red. There’s a sense of slippery warmth.

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