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where her knees met the floor, and then stood, placing his foot between her legs and over the fabric of her panties’ crotch.
    “Time for a change in venue.” He offered her his hand.
    His gaze burned against her cheeks as she stood less gracefully than she intended. His foot ensured her underwear remained on the floor. He was fully clothed, and she, completely naked. She liked the way her nakedness made her feel open and vulnerable.
    She grasped his warm fingers and allowed him to lead her up the spiral stairs to the balcony. She examined the way his ass filled out his jeans and smiled.
    She stepped onto the landing as he flung open his door. Hesitantly, she peered inside his private domain. His old -fashioned brass bed was topped with a plain black comforter. He had two end tables, and a small dresser with a mirror. The effect was spartan and definitely male, but soothing in its lack of pretense.
    And…his room was both neat and clean. He cares for what is his and, tonight, I am his. Excitement and anticipation danced on her skin.
    Still holding her with one hand, he led her to the bedside table, opened a drawer and produced a crumpled tie.
    “It’s got a few snags, so I don’t wear it anymore. But, recycling is a virtue, no?” He wiggled his eyebrows before sliding the drawer shut with his knee and pivoting in search. “Now…where?”
    Her knees weakened with just the thought of being tied and she almost sank to the floor. She glanced to the straight brass bars framing his bed.
    “The footboard?” she suggested.
    He tilted his head, grinned and yanked her to his side. He clutched her aching ass and she yelped. She lurched toward him, feeling his stiff cock against her belly.
    “You’re fantastic,” he murmured, before bending her back until her knees buckled. She clung to his neck as he kissed her so deeply, she couldn’t breathe.
    Pain and pleasure—need and desire—melded into one. She craved his dick with a need so fierce she could barely swallow. She reveled in her nakedness, ready to serve in any capacity.
    He told her to kneel on the floor at the foot of the bed, facing away from the footboard. She did, placing her wrists behind her back. He kissed the top of her head and went to work.
    Silk caressed her skin as he wove the tie around and between her wrists. His tie was the only thing touching her but for the softness of the carpet beneath her shins. Like an instrument ready to be played, her body curved into a sensuous bow when he fastened her bound wrists to the base of the footboard.
    “Pull, Jillian. I want to see how much you can move.”
    She wiggled her hands. To her surprise, she could barely move at all. She yanked harder, feeling her breasts swing.
    “I can’t get out.”
    “Does it hurt?”
    “No,” she said, unable to hide a smile.
    He raised his brows and puckered his lips. She flinched as he flicked her thigh with his forefinger.
    “No, what?”
    “No, sir.”
    Again, he had her exactly where she longed to be: part curious, part nervous, and fully fucking aroused.
    “Now, what were you begging to do earlier…?”
    As he unbuckled his belt, she stopped hearing him speak. She heard, instead, the clink of his belt’s metal and the scraping sound of taut leather. Fleetingly, she imagined his belt snapping against her ass. She quivered between her legs. Quickly, she regained her focus. This time was going to be all about him.
    Tonight, she was, at last, alive with raw desire. She wanted his cock everywhere—she wanted to take him in every way possible. Even then, she wasn’t sure it would be enough.
    He thrust his pelvis forward as he raised his arms to remove his shirt. His bulge stopped within inches of her mouth. She sucked in her bottom lip and bit, almost writhing with impatience.
    He cast his shirt aside and smiled. “Eager little thing, aren’t you? I never would have guessed.”
    She narrowed her eyes and strained toward him as far as her binds would allow. “Bull.