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he drew the ropes up between her legs, parting her ass cheeks so the rope rested
right against the toy. He stopped and knelt beside her, then pushed her out from
the wall. She stole a look down and saw him making a loose knot in the ropes, his
mouth pursed in concentration. When he finished, he slid the knot between her
pussy lips. Her breath was coming in little gasps. What he was doing to her had her
so turned on she was afraid her legs would give out. She wanted to arch into the
knot, relieve some of the erotic tension she was feeling, but she didn t dare.
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He stopped and frowned, apparently unsatisfied with the placement. He pulled
the rope away and adjusted it twice more until the knot rested squarely on her clit.
She was going to shame herself in a minute and come without permission. She was
humiliated by the wetness that must have coated his fingers and surely soaked the
rope. He gave it a good tug in front. She felt the toy bob in her ass, felt the
scratching pressure on her clit and pussy lips, and moaned. He ignored her, leaning
to secure the ropes over the crossed area at the front of her waist. He stood and
looked at her.
 How does that feel?
She wanted to answer but found herself only able to pant.
 That good? I m glad you re comfortable. I have a few things to do before I get
back to you. He turned her so she faced out into the room and walked away.
She stood, throbbing, melting. A quick test of her bonds revealed the devious
efficacy of his design. The slightest shift to relieve the strain on her arms resulted
in the rope between her legs being pulled more tightly, driving the toy in her ass
deeper, the knot more firmly against her clit. She spread her legs, but it didn t help.
It only made things worse.
She glanced over at Jackson clearing the table and was quite certain she saw a
smile on his face. Sadist. It was impossible to stand still, but more impossible to
bear the aching tease of arousal that resulted every time she moved. How long
would he make her wait this way, tied and sopping wet between the legs?
It was far longer than she thought she could bear. Jackson cleaned the
kitchen, then wrapped a few presents. He spent some time on the computer while
she watched and tried to stand still. Finally he shut down his program and turned
to her. He sat back in his chair and watched in silence from across the room. His
intent gaze made it even more difficult not to pull and strain at the ropes that held
her fast.
Please, please, she thought. Please don t make me tell you how I feel. She
couldn t put it into words, how strong her feelings were for him. Strong enough to
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make the rope that held her obsolete. He held her with something much more
inescapable than the knotted rope. When he shoved back his chair and crossed to
her, shedding his clothes, she breathed a sigh of relief.
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Chapter Fourteen
His hands came around her waist and tugged at the rope so her clit throbbed.
 Do you want to come, girl?
She tried to communicate the depth of arousal she felt in the only two words
she was permitted at times like this.  Yes, Sir.
 I bet you do. He tugged at the rope again, and she moaned out a plea.
 Down.
He helped her kneel, her arms still cinched behind her neck, her pussy still
bisected by the unforgiving rope. Her ass clenched around the toy as he backed her
against the wall. Her elbows and head were braced back against it, and she teetered
on her knees, finding a center of balance. When she was steady, he left to sheathe
himself, then returned and stood before her. He trapped her against the wall,
brought his cock to her lips. She opened for him, running her tongue around the
swollen head, exploring the familiar dimensions. The latex felt slick as she traced
the ridge along the underside of his shaft. He groaned and leaned against the wall
on one hand, twisting the other in her hair. He drove into her mouth, and she was
powerless to stop him, not that she wanted to. She opened her mouth and throat for
his pleasure.
Over time he d trained a lot of the gag reflex out of her, so she only rarely
choked and spluttered. Her arms, though, ached as his thrusts pushed her harder
against the wall. She felt helpless and trapped, but then felt the emotional release,
the easing of fear and the welcome tumble into subspace.
The rope knot was pulled back and forth across her clit with each thrust;
rough, inescapable stimulation reminding her constantly of her predicament.
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Reminding her constantly that she d been captured in rope by him. His cock found
the back of her throat, filling her senses with his masculine smell and closeness.
Her thighs began to ache from tensing and untensing as the knot stimulated her
clit. She moaned, the pleasure of the scratch and slide was so acute. Her moans
against his cock seemed to drive him, and he began fucking her face. The knot
against her clit was torturing, teasing her. Her hips jerked against it, seeking more.
She was so close, so close!
His fingers tightened in her hair.  No. Don t dare.
She tried to distract herself, nearly insane from hovering at the edge of a
release she wasn t allowed to reach. Soon afterward he growled and drove deep in
her throat, shooting his load. She waited, barely remembering to be still and patient
with his cock in her mouth as he d taught her. Obey. Submit. But she wanted so
much more, so much more she was almost insane. He eased out of her mouth with a
sigh, then lifted her to her feet, grinning down at her. No doubt her desperation was
written all over her face. His hand grasped between her legs, pulling at the knot
again, pushing it against her clit.
 Please! She begged for respite.
 What? You want to come, girl?
 Yes, please, Sir. Please, I really do!
He pulled her forward with her pussy lips cupped in his hand, leaned close so
his hot breath was in her ear.
 There is only one way you re coming tonight, and that s with my cock buried
deep inside your ass. Do you understand?
She moaned.
 Do you understand, girl? Answer me.
 Yes!
  Yes, Sir. I can only come tonight with your cock in my ass. 
 Yes, Sir, I can only come tonight with your cock in my ass. Please!
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 Don t worry. You ll get what you re begging for. Upstairs. Come on.
He took her up to the bedroom still trussed in rope and made her kneel, then
pushed her forward until she was hunched over, her knees drawn into her chest.
Then he checked all the ropes for tautness, his soft touches like fire trails burning
on her skin. Again she felt the ache in her arms, and the more visceral, scary-hot
feeling of restricted movement and powerlessness in his hands.
When he was satisfied with her position and the rope placement, particularly
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