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A step forward has me pinning her to the wall with my hips. I twist my upper body, reaching into my man-bag and pulling out a length of rope that I hold up for her to see before chucking the bag onto the glossy tiles. Only then do I lower my mouth to her ear.

‘They getexactlywhat they deserve.’

64

AIDA

“His red right hand.”

—Milton,Paradise Lost

He’s crowding me in the hallway of my home. The reporters outside are still chanting my name, but his presence drowns them out, somehow. It’s just me and his huge body, the gorgeous suit at odds with the mask.

Those words in my ear send a trail of instant goosebumps flitting over my body. I thought he was coming over to comfort me, but maybe discomfiting me is better. Maybe I need to surrender and let Cal do what he does best: wreak total annihilation on my body and soul.

I know he’ll never hurt me.

I trust him with my life.

But the words, and the tone, and the heat of his body against mine, and his scent,and the goddamn rope—they’re enough to flip an instant switch inside of me.

I turn my head so my cheek is brushing against his balaclava.

‘And what’s that, exactly?’ I drawl.

If his words flipped something in me, mine do the same for him. In an instant, he has my jaw in a grip so hard it aches and his mouth millimetres from mine.

‘Whatever the fuck I feel like,’ he snarls. ‘Got it?’

He’s as good as his word, swallowing myyeswith his mouth, his lips hard on mine, tongue sweeping in effortlessly, invading, probing, as he takes exactly what he wants, his fingertips still digging into my jaw. As he grinds his growing hardness against my stomach, I’m vaguely aware of trying to slide my feet apart, because I am clearly a total whore for this man and his filthy mouth and even filthier imagination.

And God knows, if the entirety of the UK wants to believe I’m a slut, I may as well have some fun proving them right.

My bedroom carpetusually feels soft underfoot, but its fibres are rough beneath my bare knees. The rope digs into my wrists and chafes against my sitz bone. Cal towers above me, as naked as I am but undeniably more powerful, feet planted wide and thighs straining and mask firmly on as I kneel before him.

I’m in a haze of desperate, roiling want as I look up at him. I hate nothing more than being without agency—this morning being a case in point. So why, when this man takes my agency from me, does it have rightness swirling through my veins as surely as if he’s injected me with it?

His hand tightens in my hair, tugging painfully at my roots. ‘Again.’

From beyond my bedroom windows the faint, relentless chants of reporters continue. But here, in this bright room, I am merely sunlight and sensation, chasing my next instruction.

My next taste.

My next hit.

I wonder if Cal gets off on this as much as I do. The very woman whose name they’re all calling is bound and on her knees for him, staring up at him as though being his captive is her only means of escape.

I obey, turning my head and pulling at my roots so I can catch the crown of his hard, weeping dick in my mouth once more. I lick it before it bobs and evades me, precum painting a stripe along my jaw. It’s like my childhood games of bobbing for apples, onlybetter.

My next attempt is more successful. I get his whole crown in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, flicking over that delicious, sensitive little notch of skin at its base before sliding it over the silky wetness of his slit. His groan is low and raw and male and confirms that the power dynamics here are absolutely not how they seem.

It’s a hit to my bloodstream as I take him deeper in my mouth, shuffling my knees a little wider to feel the air on my aching pussy and flexing my hands uselessly in their bindings as he fists my hair more tightly and thrusts so I’m full of him.

My eyes fill with tears as I gag involuntarily, breathing in wildly through my nose and using every ounce of strength I have not to gag again. I can’t slap his thigh like this, but I could absolutely jerk my head away enough to spit outparliamentif I wanted to.

I don’t.

I want this.

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