Bind Me [Pact of Seduction 1]

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down, she hoped if she was dreaming, it'd last forever.
    The gentle man she'd seen minutes ago had vanished, replaced by the dominant one she'd witnessed last night. “Undress yourself."
    Marley removed her clothing without hesitation, eager to please him, and waited for further instruction.
    The silence drew on until finally Reed broke the awkward moment by arching his eyebrow. “I would hope I do not need to remind you of protocol."
    Marley dropped to her knees, comprehending his statement. His gaze said it all; he now controlled the moment, and she understood what he meant about the difference between in a scene and out of one. A moment ago, he'd shown no signs of dominance, but here Reed was her dom. Not to be questioned, and by God, she relished his control.
    She laced hands behind her back, stared at his knees, and remained that way even when he turned toward her dresser. He took something off the top, but she never saw what he had.
    He strode back to her and stopped when his feet touched her knees. “Look at me.” She glanced up to find he had wrapped her hemp belt around both hands.
    Reed smiled. “I love how your eyes burn like they are now. It was my intention to arouse you by using this on that sweet ass of yours, yet you've pleased me by already getting there. Stand before me."
    Marley did as he asked, instantly met by soft fabric against her breasts as he ran the belt over her taut nipples. Reed placed his hand around her nape to draw her close while he pressed his lips against hers. Marley sighed, parting her mouth to allow his tongue entry. His hand tightened to deepen the kiss to a point Marley had never experienced before. More than a statement to bring forth arousal—meant more to steal her thoughts and stop time.
    He backed away, nibbled along her jaw, and treated her skin in the splendid embrace of his mouth. The swagger he possessed and the physical attraction she held for him set her aflame, but the confidence in which he kissed, as if he knew all her hidden places that made her tingle, was what sent her arousal to a level she could hardly control.
    After a firm bite on her neck causing Marley to gasp, Reed reached down to her hand, placed the belt through the loop to create a handcuff of sorts, and pulled it tight.
    "You have a fondness for being bound, and I plan to play on that desire.” His voice dropped an octave. “But for now I'm limited since we're at your home.” He pulled on the belt tied around her wrist and led her to the wrought-iron bed. “Though being limited doesn't mean I can't be creative."
    "I want you to be creative—downright sinfully imaginative, Sir."
    Reed shifted Marley into the center of the bed. He raised her arms above her head and looped the belt through the bars on the headboard. “I realize we're not alone in the house and I imagine you'll want to be modest, but if you won't scream your pleasure for me—I insist you had better find another way to show me your appreciation."
    "Yes, Sir.” The way Reed touched her so gently was such a contrast to the desire in his eyes. She squeezed her thighs together tight in response to ease the throb that reached her clit.
    After tying the remaining belt around her other wrist, Reed stood. His gaze traveled like scorching heat along her body, and she squirmed under his scrutiny.
    "It's a beautiful thing how much restraints appeal to you.” Reed took a seat next to her, ran his hand up her leg until he nudged for her to part her thighs. He lightly touched her pussy, clearly pleased by her aroused state; his eyelids lowered and he groaned.
    "You're going to earn your pleasure this morning. Last night was a taste of what I can offer you as your dom, but since I don't have toys here to make you earn your reward, you will appease me with your mouth."
    Heat pooled in Marley's pussy—the pulse along her clit turned to a deep throb. “I want to suck your cock, Sir.” She pulled against the restraints, more in excitement than a

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