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before he pressed her lips open.

    “Wider,” he grunted as he pushed the tip of his cock between her teeth. “And don’t fucking think of
    biting me.”

    She hadn’t thought about that at all! She was too busy wincing in pain: her knees were killing her, her
    arms were bent behind her, she was blindfolded and now she had an anonymous dick in her mouth!

    “That’s it, suck me. Make it good.” The man’s hands found their way once more into her hair, cupping
    the back of her head as if to give her directions.

    Mia forced herself to relax her throat as he slid in then surged back. She breathed easier for all of a
    second before he pushed between her lips once again.

    “I ain’t here to do all the work, ya know. Suck me! Use your teeth! Come on!” His voice sounded
    agitated and she realized how right she’d been when his fingers digged into her scalp.

    She hissed but he just kept on fucking her mouth as if he had all the time in the world. When she felt
    him pull back, she twirled her tongue around his head and sucked on the precum there.

    He groaned, the sound harsh in the otherwise silence. Then he did something she hadn’t expected: he
    stepped away.

    “What?” She found herself asking before she had the good sense to clamp her lips shut.

    “I have other plans for you.” He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her upright. She swayed on
    her bare feet, feeling weirdly senseless with her arms tied at her back and her eyes covered. She had
    no sense of direction left, she realized as he pushed her further into a room. Her thighs bumped into
    something and he grunted, “Hold still.”

    She heard his clothes shuffle, guessed he’d moved away, then another sound rang. The snip snip of
    scissors. Oh god. Shivers run up her spine. “No.”

    “I’m not asking for your opinion.” He was suddenly in front of her and she felt cold metal on her
    collarbone. He traced it with studied slowness, her breathing hitching as she wondered what he was
    going to do. He wouldn’t hurt her surely. He wanted something from her and he wouldn’t get that if
    she started bleeding. Right?

    Sharp edges glided down over her t-shirt, not bruising her but scaring her just as much. The scissors
    stopped when they reached the hem of her top before moving back up. This time however, they were
    cutting through thin cotton.

    He was cutting her clothes off! A wave of relief washed through her. That lasted until he did the same
    to her bra and then she saw red. She’d loved that bra! “What do you think you’re doing?”

    “What did I say about not speaking up?” he warned as he pressed the sharp points into her stomach.

    She sucked it in and gulped. “Sorry?”

    “That’s better,” he approved as he began cutting away at the thick denim. “Hold on tight, this is gonna
    be more difficult.”

    She was pretty sure he’d nicked her once or twice by the time the shorts fell away from her. Then he
    simply grabbed her panties and tore them off her body. She was naked in front of him but she still
    couldn’t see anything. She didn’t know what he was thinking as he looked at her, couldn’t guess at his
    reaction. She hated it.

    Harsh hands grasped her hips, forcing her around until she was bent over the end of the bed. She
    squealed but he ignored her and her weak attempts to dislodge him. He was already pressed tight
    against her naked back, his balls brushing against her cuffed hands. One knee parted her thighs and
    then he was there, thrusting into her with one long push.

    “Shit,” she gasped. She wasn’t ready, damn it! She wasn’t wet enough for someone his size. But he
    didn’t care; he just kept on pounding away as if she was just there for his pleasure. Like a blow-up doll made of warm flesh.

    “Too hard for you?” he taunted as he grabbed her breasts from behind. His fingers closed around her
    nipples and squeezed.

    She closed her eyes under the blindfold at the overwhelming sensation. Even if