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“Yes,” I whispered.

His lips grazed the base of my spine, and when they moved away, I heard the buckle of his belt. The slow release of his zipper. The dull thud as it all landed on the floor.

My insides clenched when I felt the mattress dip behind me. The air conditioning hummed. My pulse beat in my ears, the sheet was cool against my cheek, and every nerve was awake.

God. I wanted to beg for it. For him to hurry up and end the torture of waiting. But I knew Tau calculated everything with a precision that defied normal logic.

His hands reached beneath me, cupping my breasts until I moaned. The tightness of the rope primed me for his touch where it was missing, until each place he touched became the only thing I could feel.

“Tau,” I moaned his name.

My reward was his fingers closing around my nipples. I moaned again as he squeezed them, and heat shot low in my belly.

“No one will ever see you like this. No one will ever live to try,” he growled against my ear, and a shudder ran down my spine.

I strained my bound fingers backwards until they found his hip, hot beneath my knuckles. I panted against the bed.

“Only you, Tau.”

His fingers massaged the ache away. The small, slow circles made me tremble, and I pressed my face into the mattress, the sheet damp beneath my mouth.

“Please,” I begged, but the word was muffled and distorted as it tore out of me.

His hands moved to my shoulders, massaging gently as he peppered kisses between my taut shoulder blades. His body shuffled close enough for me to feel the heat of him and inhale his heady scent.

One hand pressed my shoulder down, and the other trailed down my back and over the curve of my hip.

“Only you.”

His words echoed mine as he teased me with the tip of his rigid cock. I arched my back, tilting myself to capture the slippery tip. I missed, and felt it slap against my inner thigh.

His soft chuckle vibrated against my spine and made me growl. I would have bitten him for it if I could have turned around.

“Patience, beautiful,” he whispered as he slowly dragged his cock to my entrance. “Mounted like a true lioness.”

I whimpered as he eased his cock inside, spreading me open, forcing me to feel each excruciatingly slow entry. A sob caught at the back of my throat as he continued to fill me up.

Even in my feverish mind, I understood the control the ropes allowed him. But he didn’t allow me to suffer for long. His fingers cupped my ass cheeks and his grip tightened until they bit into my flesh. I squeezed my muscles around him until he hissed.

Good.

Then he snapped into action. He hauled me back and forth, snapping his hips to meet me. His cock lurched so deep that I choked on air while my face slid up the bed. His hands dragged me back. I felt like the luckiest ragdoll on the planet.

He was fucking me with such force and precision that I considered proposing to him. Until I made the fatal error of invoking God. One vicious slap on my ass had me moaning his name and an apology in the same breath.

“Who’s fucking you?” he asked, his voice full of fury as he jackhammered into me.

His thighs and pelvis slapped against me. I felt myself drench his cock, and within seconds the sounds grew more lewd. All while I was trying to find air and words.

There was no respite, and I loved it.

“You,” I panted. “Only… you.”

His fingers dipped low as he yanked me back. Rough, long fingers rubbed me hard. I screamed as everything crashed around me. A dark chuckle followed as I came long and hard. My insides fluttered. My drool was dragged across the sheet.

Hands pressed my shoulders down as he continued to pump back and forth. This time he felt higher, and the position hit differently.

His deep, guttural moan filled the room as his cock jerked and throbbed, until he emptied every last drop of his cum inside me. His hips pushed me forward and I sagged against the bed, but I couldn’t relax my shoulders as the ropes held them tightly knit together.