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enough so he could tease one of her nipples with his strong fingers.
    She stiffened and tried to fight the pleasure flaring through her nerves, tried to argue it was merely a physical reaction that she didn’t really enjoy. 
    Which was a lie so huge even she didn’t believe it. For whatever fucked up reason they had chemistry together, something that went beyond the normal level of heat with the men she’d dated. Of course it would be her luck that the only time in her life she felt like she found someone she could fully submit to, the only man that was strong enough to bend her to his will, was a criminal. A criminal who even now looked at her like she was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen.
    With a pleased murmur, he circled her breast, awakening her body to his touch even as she hated herself for becoming aroused. Her gold barbell piercing seemed to intrigue him because he soon began to pull and twist on it. To her embarrassment, a whimper of need escaped before she could swallow it.
    “You like my touch, don’t you, my Gia? Your body recognizes I am your Master.”
    She wanted to argue with him, to tell him to fuck off, to kick him in the nuts, but she didn’t dare anger him. First, because he could kill her, and second, because what he was doing felt so damn good, though she’d die before she admitted it. Her clit throbbed to the beat of her heart. She shifted on his lap, earning a groan as her butt pressed against his epic erection.
    He stroked her nipple, now hard enough to cut glass, and pulled her towards him using that sensitive peek, making her arch up or risk being hurt. This exposed her other breast and he played with that nipple as well, making it as stiff and needy as the other. He easily cupped her whole right breast in his hand and squeezed.
    “You have such nice, firm breasts. Now, open your robe for me or I will tear it off.”
    Her arousal cooled abruptly, and she pushed against his chest. “No, please don’t make me do this.”
    “Dimitri, hand me the cuffs and the spreader bar.”
    “No!” 
    She opened her eyes, and Ivan’s amused expression helped to quiet some of her fear. Then again, maybe the thought of torturing her amused him. She tried to swing at him, but he easily captured her hand and placed a gentle kiss on her wrist, sending confusing sparks of arousal through her. “Cooperate with me, Gia. You have no choice but to submit to my desires and right now my desire is to see your beautiful body bound and spread for me.”
    She began to cry again and watched as Dimitri pulled a set of fleece lined leather cuffs out of a storage cabinet situated between the two chairs across from her. Next came a small silver bar with two more leather cuffs attached to it. He tossed the cuffs to Ivan who strapped them onto her wrists with little effort then hooked them together so her hands were bound in front of her.
    A metallic snick drew her attention away from the cuffs and she watched as Dimitri twisted the silver bar so it extended and tripled in size. Ivan spun her around so she was straddling his lap in reverse and the silky white fur of the knee length coat he’d covered her with slid to the ground at her feet. When Dimitri approached her with the spreader bar she panicked, kicking out, barely catching the other man in the side of the face.
    He made a startled grunt and Ivan tightened his hold on her.
    “Stop fighting us. I do not want anyone to be seriously hurt during our play.”
    She was past words right now. Her terror at what kind of horrible torture they would do to her if they got the spreader bar on made her buck, kick, and try to bite anything that came near her. Ivan laughed and held her closer.
    “That’s it, Gia, fight me. Make me punish you.”
    “You bastard!” She continued to struggle, a fine sheen of sweat breaking out over her body as she desperately tried to get away. One cuff went on her right ankle, and Dimitri’s strong hands grabbed her other foot. To her