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pushed it to the side.
I wrapped the silk around her ankle and stretched her wide open for
me. She gasped as I did it, her wrists straining against the silk.
    Once I’d fastened her
tight, I stood to admire my handiwork. She looked like a painting, an
incredibly erotic one. They couldn’t display this at the Louvre,
though if they did, they’d probably double their daily visitor
count. Her legs spread wide, I could see how her sex already
glistened with desire. Her breasts stood out large and completely
exposed and her stomach moved rapidly in and out with nervous,
aroused pants. She was mine for the taking.
    “I like seeing you
like this, Ana.” She stilled in response, letting me enjoy the
sight of her. “But I have a question for you. And you need to
answer me honestly. Did you touch yourself last night after I left
you?” She’d been slick with need, aroused and at the point of
coming when I’d taken away my hand.
    “No,” she
whispered.
    “Why not?” I asked.
    “Because you told me
not to.”
    “Good.” I hissed,
tracing my finger along the inside of her leg, stroking her calf.
“Was that hard to deny yourself?”
    She nodded her head,
yes it was. But that wasn’t good enough. “Answer me, Ana,” I
said, stern.
    “Yes, it was hard not
to touch myself.”
    Satisfied, I continued
stroking her. Even though she was bound, she had a little freedom of
movement.
    “I can see that
you’re slick now, Ana. You look so good. Are you wet for me?”
    “Yes,” she exhaled,
so obedient.
    “This is how I’ve
wanted you from the moment I first saw you.” I moved to her side so
I could better reach her. She pulled against her wrist restraints,
panting as my tongue trailed down her stomach. I knew she wanted to
touch me. But not now. Now, I would make her suffer. Now, I would
travel slowly, my tongue dipping a lazy circle around her belly
button.
    “Ash!” she cried
out.
    I chuckled, low and
wicked, looking up into her eyes. “You like being tied down.” I
told her instead of asked. I could tell. She more than liked it. She
loved it.
    I traced her curves,
stroked her limbs, drawing her attention to her restraints. She’d
never done this before and I knew she was shocked by it. It took such
trust and desire to turn herself over to me, letting me tie her up.
    But I could tell she’d
thought about it. Those naughty, late night fantasies. But up until
now, she’d been a good girl. She’d played it safe. And up until
now, she’d never nearly blacked out from orgasms.
    I thanked the powers
that be for the snowstorm, trapping us. I was glad I’d indulged my
wicked mind, letting myself abduct her. Were it not for this, she
might have flown back to New York City. Right now, she might have
been back at work, 3,000 miles away from me, helping kids check out
books. Instead of letting her inner nasty girl come out to play. I
knew she wanted this.
    She lay there
completely naked, tied spread-eagle on the king-size bed, writhing
and whimpering. She begged for release, but I knew it wasn’t from
bondage. It was from the intensity of the building, cresting orgasm
quivering up inside of her. But like a good girl, she needed me to
free it. She was a natural sub, and together our wires charged each
other, our arousal heightened by the other’s.
    I whispered, licking
her neck, sucking her there at her sensitive flesh. She tossed her
head to the side, baring her skin, giving me full access with a moan.
    “Ash,” she begged,
shameless, her breasts arching up into two needy, pebbled points at
her nipples.
    “I knew you had this
in you. From the second I met you, all buttoned up in that library, I
knew.”
    “You couldn’t
have,” she protested. But it was true. Underneath that white Peter
Pan collar, she might not even have known she had this within her
prim and proper exterior. But I could tell. There were pheromones in
play, that elusive pull you couldn’t even really articulate.
Something intangible. You couldn’t