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padded cuff. Before she could lower her arm, he grabbed that one too, and snapped on another cuff.
    “Hey.”
    Something pulled the cuffs and her wrists back, until her arms were stretched above her head.
    She was about to object, but his tongue traced around one of her nipples. Oh! That was nice. With her arms forcing her into a slight arch, she felt sexy, and she pressed her breast into his lips. He circled, then sucked, then circled again.
    “Don’t stop,” she said.
    “I’m in charge!”
    His mouth left her body.
    So did his hands.
    Fine, she thought. He didn’t like feedback. She might as well let him improv for a while.
    She arched her breasts up, so he’d know what she wanted, and slid her legs against each other, wrangling every opportunity for pleasure from the thong.
    He wasn’t taking her hints, so she bent her knees and let them fall open. Talk about obvious. She’d signed the full penetration waiver, and right now she wanted his dick, any way she could get it.
    “Where are you?” She pressed her hips up and swiveled, rubbing the beads against herself. “I can hear you breathing. Why aren’t you touching me anymore? When are you going to fuck me?”
    She reached for him with her foot.
    He grabbed her ankle, and she let him move it into the position he wanted—high and to the side. This was more like it.
    Something clamped around her ankle.
    “What the fuck?” She twisted and bucked, kicking with her free leg.
    He waited for the instant she relaxed, then snapped a cuff around that ankle, too.
    “I don’t like this. Let me go. Now.” She bumped and thrashed on the table, wishing she’d removed the blindfold while she still had use of her hands. She pulled on her arm restraints. “These cuffs hurt. I asked to be loosely tied to a bed with silk scarves—and not until scene three. Loosely .”
    “Quiet,” he barked. She flinched. He was really into this alpha-male-dominator persona. “The cuffs are well padded,” he said gruffly. “And I haven’t even begun to tighten the restraints.”
    “Tighten? What do you mean, tighten ?” She tried to bend her knees, testing her limits.
    The restraints tugged on her legs, straightening and splaying them. She yelped.
    “Quiet!” he commanded. “There’s no way we’re near the limits of your flexibility—yet.”
    He was right about that. But when she put herself in this position, stretching, she wore clothes! No lover, no one , had ever seen her like this.
    “Have you got me on some kind of medieval torture device?” Her legs strained as she tried to pull them together. “Because I am not up for that. Not at all. Let me go.”
    “Relax. Give yourself over.” His fingers brushed across her cheeks, but she turned away from his touch.
    “This is not what I asked for,” she said, trying to find her ‘I’m the boss’ tone. “You were supposed to eat me out first. You were supposed to push me up against the wall, put my leg over your shoulder, tear my thong with your teeth, and—”
    “I’ll do as I please, when I please.” He pushed a finger inside her.
    She sucked in a sharp breath and squeezed against him.
    He pulled out.
    “Do that again.”
    “Quiet.” He pinched her labia.
    “Ouch. You asshole. I’m going to use the safe word.”
    “There’s no need for a banana right now.” He lowered his voice, moved his lips close to her ear. “Unless I decide to ram one into your lush little pussy.”
    “I’d prefer your cock.” She raised her hips off the bed, hoping he’d accept the invitation, but instead of getting what she wanted, he slapped her ass, right where it met her thighs.
    “Hey!” The sting burned, sending tendrils of pain shooting down her legs.
    She squirmed against the restraints, but they wouldn’t yield.
    He slapped her again.
    “What are you hitting me with?” she gasped. It wasn’t his hand.
    “A leather crop.” He dragged it down her belly, then along one of her legs. If she could trust her senses, it