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going to her room, and I certainly shouldn’t tap on the door and enter without permission. I most certainly shouldn’t close the door behind me and lock it as I leaned against the wood to see what awaited me. Thankfully, I’ve already established I’m not the kind of guy who does the right thing on a regular basis, or I wouldn’t have discovered her sweet little surprise.
    Her room was dim, though she had lit several candles to provide illumination. She waited for me on her bed, wearing a gauzy white négligée that hid absolutely nothing. Her body was as gorgeous as I’d thought it would be, and I couldn’t wait for a leisurely inspection of her cunt before I ate her out.
    As I drew nearer to the bed, I was surprised and intrigued to see some of the things waiting for me. Furry handcuffs, nylon and Velcro straps that attached to the bed, and a variety of sex toys, including a selection of differently sized butt plugs. I was completely on board with the idea, as long as they were all for her. None of that shit was going in my body. I stopped near the bed, arms crossed over my chest to stare down at her. “What’s all this?”
    She tipped up her chin, and her tone was brave, but I could see her uncertainty and a hint of fear shining through underneath. “I thought maybe we could play some games.”
    “More games?” It seemed like it had been a series of games since I came here. Was it really just yesterday? Already, my life in Vegas felt like it was fading to a distant memory, and I should have panicked at the thought, but having Mia spread out before me in practically nothing, a selection of kinky toys at my disposal, did a whole lot to ease the concern.
    With deliberate movements, I undressed, aware of her eyes on me the entire time. I didn’t rush through the process, but I didn’t drag it out either. I wanted to be naked, and I wanted to be inside her. Eventually.
    When I was naked, I sat on the edge of her bed, lifting the fur handcuffs and the nylon straps. Which one did I want to use on her? The idea of having her hands cuffed behind her back, on all fours with her head against the pillow and her ass in the air, was certainly appealing, but then so was the idea of strapping her to the headboard, splayed wide, and her body open to me. With a small twinge of regret, I set aside the handcuffs and leaned forward to attach the straps to the headboard.
    She watched me, her eyes slightly dark with trepidation, but mostly she was just vibrating with excitement. She was a kinky girl, and I liked that. After attaching the straps securely, I cupped the back of her head and grasped her hair to pull her closer.
    I wanted to devour her mouth, to suck her up and taste all of her essence, but I settled for a firm, yet gentle, kiss for our first one. She sighed softly, her lips molding to mine, as her tongue stroked mine cautiously and carefully. She kissed a bit like a virgin, but I knew she couldn’t be. I suspected it was more of a getting-to-know-you kind of kiss, as she explored the boundaries between us. For my part, there shouldn’t be boundaries. I wanted to put my mark on her and make sure she never forgot me.
    Before I could help myself, I deepened the kiss, making it fierce and demanding. She stiffened for a second, and then her mouth softened again, and she molded her lips to mine. She never protested as I really devoured her mouth, biting and licking her tongue and her lips. It was a natural action for my mouth to slide lower, down her neck to the fragile straps of the white négligée she wore. Adrenaline surged through me, and rather than pull it off nicely, I grab the straps and ripped.
    That brought back a bit of awareness, and I glanced at her to make sure she was okay with the turn of events. Her lips were parted, her eyes half-mast, and she looked excited beyond belief. Apparently, she didn’t mind the animal side of my nature that surged from time to time.
    Reassured, I also ripped off the other