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up.”
    She let her hands trail from his ass to his thighs before she stood.
    “Spread your legs.”
    She tilted her head, brow wrinkled in confusion. “Should I lay down?”
    He shook his head and slipped his foot between hers, pressing her ankle outward until she shifted her feet apart.
    “Did sucking my cock make you wet? I need to know, Mike.”
    She looked away, her cheeks flushing pink, but he grabbed her chin and forced her to face him. He wasn’t about to let her get bashful on him now. “Slip your hand between your thighs.”
    She hesitated, then pressed a hand to her stomach.
    “Lower.”
    Her fingertips worried the button of her shirt before drifting down. She stopped when she reached the bottom of the shirt and lifted it out of the way. He caught a flash of black, barely there lace and groaned. He took a step back to get a better view.
    “Over my underwear, or…?”
    “No. Pull them to the side.”
    She paused and then complied, sliding her hand beneath the scrap of fabric. She gasped as she cupped herself. His cock pulsed in response.
    “Part your lips. Slip your finger inside and tell me. Is your pussy wet for me?” His gaze was glued to her hand, but he heard her swallow hard as her fingers delved deeper. She moaned, hips flexing, as she obeyed his command.
    “Yes,” she whispered.
    “Yes what?”
    “Yes, my p-pussy is wet for you.”
    The sight of that lace bunched to one side of her pussy suddenly offended him, marring the spectacular view. He yanked it off her with a snap.
    Mike flinched and tried to cover up when she realized she was exposed to him, but that wasn’t going to happen. He grabbed her wrist and held her still. “No, I want to watch. Keep going.”
    Her movements at first were stiff and awkward. After a few quiet moments though, she began to lose herself, her eyes drifting closed as she bit her lip. Unfortunately, her shirt kept shifting, getting in the way. He impatiently tore it open.
    She gasped when the cold air hit her, but she didn’t stop touching herself. Instead, she worked her clit with one hand and cupped a full breast with the other, pinching the hard nipple between forefinger and thumb.
    God, her breasts were stunning, full with dusky, tight peaks. And that black tie dangling between them, teasing him, enticing him to tie her up. Bind her. Imprison her on his bed. He grunted with that mental image, his cock growing thicker, full and ready once again.
    Her fingers moved in a flurry now, as she added a second, thrusting in and out. Her breath grew fast, almost panting, as the sounds of her sucking wetness assaulted his ears. He covered her free breast with his hand, rolling the nipple. She threw her head back and moaned his name. He warred with himself, wanting so badly to watch her make herself come but wanting even more to be inside her when she climaxed. She tensed and he could sense it, she was close…so close.
    He bent and slipped an arm behind her knees and one behind her shoulders and scooped her up. She cried out in surprise as he strode to the bed and tossed her in the middle. She squirmed, trying to sit up, but he laid a hand on her smooth, flat stomach.
    “My turn now. I want you in handcuffs.”
    She froze as apprehension and anticipation filled her eyes. “That’s why I wore the tie. I figured you could use that t—”
    “Sorry, that’s not gonna do it. I want both hands over your head. Legs spread wide so I can fuck you and lick you and suck you. And I don’t want you to be able to get away until I’m done.” He stood over the bed with his hands on his hips as he studied her. “I can see your wheels turning, but I’m not asking, babe.”
    He went to his dresser and pulled out the leg restraints and two sets of handcuffs.
    “Take the shirt all the way off and lay on your stomach.”
    She jerked back in surprise. “Why on my stomach?”
    “Do what you’re told,” he barked.
    She moved like molasses, but the vision of her on all fours