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thing he sought. The closer he bound himself to her, the more likely he’d succeed.
    “Do to me as you need. I am completely yours.” How utterly true that was, more than she realized.
    “ I need something to tie you with.”
    Micah thought for a few moments and went to the large writing desk in the far corner and returned with a decorative letter opener. Lifting up the hem of her dress, he stabbed the tip into the material and yanked, ripping it. She gasped and he tossed the letter opener on the floor then proceeded to rip four strips of material off of the silk gown.
    “There.” He handed them to her.
    She stared at him, incredulous and he wasn’t sure why. Hadn’t he demonstrated to her how odd he was? She took the strips, regaining a little of her nerve. “Take off your clothes for me.” Okay, a lot of her nerve.
    More fear seized him and he put it down . He watched her face as he undid his pants and removed them. Standing entirely nude before her, his cock ached for her touch, even reached for her. She seemed desperate to meet its need and that made Micah nearly as desperate to have it.
    “You…are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
    His cock jerked with his stomach. He wasn’t accustomed to being told those things. Being told what to do, either. But he’d given her power. So in a sense, he was still in control.
    “Get on the bed now.”
    “On my back?”
    She seemed to think about it and nodded. “Your back.”
    She was only able to tie his arms as it turned out. She decided to tie his legs together as a compromise. Micah couldn’t deny how very fucking arousing the position was, how very arousing it all was. Her tying him up. Being in control. He thought once more about her running. That would be so very bad for her if she did. He could hardly believe he was doing that. Trusting. It was her deal, and he needed to make this work for him.
    Once he was safely bound, at least in her mind, she seemed to release a breath. Micah held his, watching her closely. She looked at him then, all therapist. “How does it feel?”
    “What? Having you look at my naked body while you’re still fully clothed? Or being foolish enough to trust you to tie me up?”
    She bit her lower lip, her eyes on his extreme er ection. “Both.”
    “Arousing and terrifying.” It was nice when the cute response was the complete honest one. “Don’t I get to see you?”
    “You are seeing me.”
    “You’re welcome to sit on my face, you know.”
    “I know I am. I am free to do as I please. Take whatever I want from you. However I want to take it. Whenever I want to take it, and for whatever reason.
    “So what are you going to do?”
    “First I want to taste you. All of you.”
    She slowly slid out of dress, her words licking along his balls, making his cock jump hard.
    “You like that?” she asked, playing the bold lover quite well.
    “Yes.”
    She stood in barely there white lace panties and Micah gasped, staring at her beauty. She was painful to endure. She sat on the bed next to his hips. “You want me to kiss you here?” She stroked her finger along his shaft.
    “Yes,” he croaked.
    “And here?” She swirled her touch along the slit and the ridge, wetting him. She glided her fingers down to his balls. “And here?”
    “Fuck, yes.” He pushed his cock toward her touch.
    She climbed on the bed and straddled his knees then ran her fingers along his outstretched arms, her touch turning silky at his scars. He watched her face as she studied them. “Do you want me to kiss them?” she whispered, her hands dancing along the raised skin. “Lick them?”
    He waited for her to look in his eyes. When she did, he let it go. “Yes.” He didn’t try to hide just how much he wanted her to, his voice breaking with need.
    He held his breath as she lowered her mouth to him, closing her eyes and kissing along his scars, inch by inch. His heart hammered as he watched her pink tongue slip out and lick in between soft