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secret clue. The bonds between them were
more than physical, more enduring than she’d believed, more than
she had ever found elsewhere.
    Destined to be.
    Athena came in a torrent, a rush of release
that left her shuddering and emptied.
    And utterly in the possession of the
Count.
    It was perfect.
     

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Rex wrapped the rope around Leya’s waist
again and knotted it once more over her spine. He then began to
steadily bind her arms to her back. He bound her forearms to each
other, keeping her arms crossed so that each hand held the opposing
elbow. Then he bound her arms to her torso, wrapping the rope
around her body over and over again.
    When she was tied to his satisfaction, there
was still a good bit of the rope left. He walked around her to
survey his work. The coils of black rope winding repeatedly around
her body made it look as if a python had wrapped itself around her
and might squeeze her tight. He couldn’t imagine adding more rope
around her torso. The contrast between the leather and her own skin
was perfect.
    He wished for his camera, but knew he’d have
to just remember this sight.
    “Too tight?” he asked and she wriggled,
looking all the more enticing as she did so. Her breasts swung and
he noted that her nipples were beaded tight.
    “Just fine,” she said. She arched a dark
brow. “Should I run and let you catch me?”
    Rex grinned. “You won’t have a chance.”
    Leya bolted then, but he caught her
immediately and tossed her on the bed. He sat over her knees and
reached into the side bin for a black leather lace. He bound her
big toes together, loving how she squirmed beneath him.
    “That tickles!” she complained.
    “It won’t for long,” Rex threatened. He
flipped her over to her stomach and tugged her feet up toward her
butt. He grabbed one of the ends of the heavier rope and passed it
around the bond that held her toes together. He tugged it so that
her feet were right behind her butt and her knees were splayed wide
open.
    “You wouldn’t take me like this,” she
chided.
    “I’ll take you however I want, and you’ll
thank me for it,” he replied. She might have protested, but Rex
took the other length of rope and placed it in her mouth. He slid
it so that it was taut as well, her head tipped back and the length
of rope gagging her. She made a sound that might have been a moan
as Rex knotted the two ends together tightly behind her waist.
    She was hog-tied and helpless.
    “Squirm,” he instructed, stepping away from
the bed. Leya wriggled and writhed but she was unable to move much
at all. She moaned and Rex decided the sound was too loud. He
sauntered to the bins and strolled the length of them, taking
pleasure in his options. He chose a padded hood in white satin, one
that left the eyes and nose exposed, then showed it to Leya. She
groaned but he didn’t care what she thought. He knew it would look
perfect. He smoothed it over her head, loving the feel of her head
between his hands. She was so much finer than he was, so vulnerable
and so captive. She was his for the taking and his for the keeping,
and he would ensure that she never thought of another man
again.
    She blinked when she could see him through
the openings in the hood and he smiled at her even as he tightened
the gag over her mouth. “Shout,” he instructed, and the sound she
made was barely audible. He left the rope in her mouth for the
moment, wanting her head to be tipped back as it was.
    He was going to take her from behind. Slowly.
The pose would ensure that she could breathe well, even as he did
that. Her skin gleamed like gold atop the white fur, the black
leather making her look like a wild animal leashed for his
pleasure.
    She was wet, her sex glistening like a hidden
treasure, her labia swollen and red.
    He peeled off his jeans and kicked them
aside, then prowled around her. She looked fabulous. On impulse, he
rolled her in the fur, ensuring that she was surrounded by its
softness. He