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turn around with a twirl of my finger and hesitantly, she does as
instructed. I ache as she turns away from me and shows me how little back her
dress has. Bloody hell. I really wasn’t paying attention to anything but
getting rid of her when she turned up at my door. She is stunning and all
dressed up. I run my finger from the bow at her nape, down to the fabric of her
skirt that starts just above the cleft of her delightful arse.
    “Shit Rose,
what were you dressed up for?”
    “I had a
date.”
    “Not a first
date I hope,” I growl, splaying my hand on the bare skin of her lower back that
I feel she should have hidden from the prying eyes and roaming hands of this ‘date’,
whoever he was.
    “No,” she
replies with a tension in her voice.
    “Oh?”
    “It didn’t
work out.”
    “Did he do
something?” I swear I don’t know where this protective streak is coming from.
Thirty minutes ago I couldn’t wait to get rid of her and now I’m ready to tear
the throat out of anyone who has done her wrong. I remind myself that she’s a
pack female and I would feel the same about any of them. Of course, I don’t
have any of the other pack females tied to my chandelier, so I don’t know who I’m
trying to kid.
    “No,” she
sighs. “The opposite. Fourth   date and nothing. I don’t know
what a girl has to do. I went all out tonight. I decided if I went home alone,
I was done.”
    “His loss,
Rose.” I step closer and lift the end of the tie that seems to hold the whole
dress together, pulling until the bow unravels and the dress flutters to the
floor. My gain, I think to myself as I study the curve of her lace covered
bottom.
    I step around
her, stroking my hand over the soft skin just beneath her breast as she draws a
long breath. I’m so glad I have her tied like this. I don’t need it for my
security, all she needs to do is shift and she’s free. Besides it’s only when
she really loses control that I’ll have to worry and by then, I’ll have her
face down and under my control. No, I’m glad I have her tied like this so that
her body is on display for me.  
    Brushing my
thumb across her nipple, I close in and kiss her, drawing a whimper from her as
I pull and pinch the firm bud. My other hand slides down her taught body and
traces the line of her sexy underwear. She leans in, encouraging me to explore
further. I run a finger under the lace, slipping my other hand into her hair
behind her neck, holding her lips firmly to mine, so she can’t pull back when I
touch her.
    My hand dips
into the soft black lace and traces her seam, she shudders and then freezes
when I touch her clit. Even her breathing pauses for a moment and then a small
sound escapes her, muffled by my lips. I keep stroking and devouring the sounds
she’s making as she builds quickly under my fingers. I know her excitement is
amplified by being tied like this, she’s quickly there, moaning into my mouth
as I keep her lips held fast to mine. Her body jerks with release and the rope
holding her gets its first real test.
    That was just
a warm up though. She wasn’t losing control, just responding to stimulation. I
plan to take her to a place she has never been. But first another warm up. I
release her lips and she pants.
    “Oh god!” she
gasps. “That was—”
    Her words
fail as I sink two fingers into her still convulsing pussy. She grips me tight
and shudders, feeling a fresh wave of aftershock.
    “Oh,” she
sighs, then gasps, “oh!” as I start working my fingers inside her slick heat,
brushing her clit with my thumb as I bring her close again with amazing speed.
She is so responsive. She wriggles as I rub her clit harder and tries to back
away when my fingers inside turn on her g-spot with the same vigour.
    “Oh, no, no!”
She cries and I immediately pull my hand away. We didn’t discuss a safe word.
She doesn’t need one. She and I both know those ropes are just decoration. With
her strength, even in human form, she could