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I stared at him without giving away my thoughts. “Are you afraid?”

He answered with a question of his own. “Should I be?”

“Yes,” I replied after a beat.

His smile grew wider. He offered me his hands, crossed at the wrists. “I should have you know that I’m usually the one tying people up.”

“You’ve never had anyone do this to you before?” I thought I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear him say it. When this relationship was over, I wanted him to remember me for something that he had never experienced before. He had, without a doubt, fucked a lot of women, but hewouldremember me.

“No,” he answered in his deep voice.

I smirked, enjoying his answer. “Good. I like a virgin.”

He chuckled at my witty retort. I wrapped one end of the fabric around his wrists, tying a knot around them.

“There’s a hook behind the headboard,” he said.

I looked at him in confusion. His eyes darted to the other tail of the sash to show me what he meant. He hadn’t been kidding about being the one who tied lovers up. Jealousy shot through me at the evidence before me. I grabbed the sash with more force than necessary, pulling abruptly on his wrists, then looped the fabric through the hook and tied another knot. My breasts rubbed against his face in the process. I sat back, admiring my work—his arms over his head, leaving him fully at my mercy. I loved this feeling of having total control over him.

“Do you have any condoms?” I asked. I assumed he kept a store of them in his nightstand drawer.

He looked at me with annoyance. “No. I need to feel you.”

“You’re the one who said this wasn’t a commitment. I’m not going bare if you’ve been with other women. Like strippers.” I couldn’t help but add that last jab. I was illogically immature when it came to the idea of him with other women.

“Trust me, I’m clean,” he said.

“How can you know that?” I argued.

“Because I just do.”

Unhappy with his answer, I remained stubborn. “I’m using protection, even if you are clean. I don’t trust your whores.”

He sighed with frustration at my snide remarks. “Amelia, there hasn’t been anyone else since you.”

“Oh,” I replied quietly at his admission. I had assumed he was seeing other women after he’d demanded that things remain casual between us. I had thought for sure he had slept with that stripper.

Emboldened by the power I held, I lowered myself onto his bare cock. My pussy felt tight as I made my way down his length. I moved slowly to give my walls a chance to stretch to his size. I finally reached the base, and all the discomfort I had felt was replaced by the urge to move.

I slid up and down, my cream coating his shaft. The lubrication allowed me to move faster. My tits bounced in his face as I worked him harder. He moved his hips up to meet me, giving me more friction when my clit rubbed against his skin.

“Jaan, I need you to get there. I can’t hold on any longer,” he grunted through clenched teeth. Sweat dotted his brow.

My leg muscles burned from exertion, but I couldn’t stop. Hearing his need to release only pushed me harder. My belly muscles tightened as I chased my own release.

My body tensed up as I rode Shyam harder. “Shyam,” I screamed. Suddenly, like a dam releasing water, I came as pleasure rushed through me.

He pounded into me harder as I rode the waves of my climax. “Amelia,” he shouted as he filled my pussy with hot cum.

I collapsed onto his chest out of exhaustion. My body stilled as I listened to his heartbeat slow to a steady pace. The rise and fall of his chest as his breathing relaxed soothed me.

Something was missing—I longed for him to hold me against his body. Then I remembered he was still tied up, and I rose to my knees and undid the restraints. As he rubbed his wrists together to massage them out, I noticed the ring he always wore. I had seen it a few times before, as well as on Jai, but had never asked about it.

“Do you always wear that ring?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered lazily, tired from all that we had just done.

“Why?”

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