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arousal was so frustrating. I strained against my bonds, shifting as much as I dared, but nothing would quell the spark of desire between my legs. The gag tasted rubbery in my mouth, and I could feel myself beginning to drool. I wished it was him filling my mouth, the taste of him thick in my throat.
    Sometimes I’d sense his gaze across my skin, and I’d arch my back as high I could manage, hoping he’d see just how much I wanted him. Sometimes I’d wonder if he was still in the building at all.
    I lost all sense of time, and then I lost all sense of why time itself even mattered. I floated between needing him that very second and a calm willingness to wait forever.
    When his touch finally arrived, it arrived quietly. It arrived barefoot and slowly, and I was too disoriented to have any awareness of his approach at all. The soft kiss of his lips against my hipbone set me on fire. I struggled, and moaned, begging him for more without words.
    “Good girl,” he growled. “Such a good girl.”
    His mouth was a different animal as he sucked my nipple between his teeth, and he unleashed the torrent, his hands roaming all over my body. I bucked and gurgled, and the slick folds of my pussy proved my devotion to his instructions.
    “Beautiful,” he said. “So wet for me. It’s so tempting to set you free, Amy, but I’m not going to.”
    I nodded. To let me go, or make me stay, I was past caring. As long as there was him, and there was me, the preference was redundant.
    “I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispered. “I’ve been watching you, Amy, every little move you made. I could see it in your body, every single fantasy, every little tremor of lust.” I felt his skin against mine, and he was naked. the chains rattled as my hands reached for him, but they moved nowhere. “Relax,” he said. “I’m going to give you what you need, but more importantly I’m going to give you what I need.”
    I groaned against the gag as his hands clamped over my cuffed wrists. He raised himself above me, his thighs tight against mine as his cock brushed against my clit. How I writhed under him, and yet he still held back for long seconds, making me work for it. When he pushed inside me, he slammed right to the balls in one deep thrust.
    “Fuck, Amy,” he hissed. “You feel so fucking good. This is what I need. This is what I want from you.”
    Such limited movement and yet I conveyed so much. The hot, wet grip of my pussy around him, the thrust of my hips, the arch of my back. Every little moan I made for him. The tension in my limbs as I fought my restraints, aching for more of his touch.
    “I know,” he whispered. “I know how much you want to please me. It’s a beautiful thing, Amy, truly beautiful.”
    Oh, how he fucked me. He’d take me slow and deep, his breath hot against my cheek as he held himself just an inch inside, and then he’d take me hard. Hard enough that the chains would rattle, and I’d screw my eyes shut under the blindfold in delirious pleasure. When he’d taken his fill, and given me more than enough of mine, he pulled the silk from my eyes and stared right into them. “Come for me,” he said. “Come with me.”
    It was the touchpaper I needed, unraveling like a loose thread until I was nothing but an explosion of lust itself. He came hard, and I’d never taken pleasure in another the way I took pleasure in that moment.
    He loosened my gag, and I was smiling, grinning like a lunatic as he stared down on me.
    He kissed my forehead, still breathing quickly as he uncuffed my wrists. I was sore, rubbing them back to life while he worked on my ankles. My muscles twitched and cramped with the freedom of movement, but none of that mattered. I flopped down on my side, knees to my chest.
    “That was amazing,” I said. “I don’t even know how to process what just happened.”
    He cast the chains on the floor. “You did as you were told. You were a good girl, Amy.” He brushed my shoulder. “Are