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lips and engulfed the tip into his hot mouth. His teeth scraped
     along the hard bud and she shivered from head to toe.
    “Like that toy inside you?” he murmured around her breast.
    “Yes,” she hissed in response.
    “So do I,” he growled. “I like watching you move. I like watching your face as you
     come.”
    All she could do was moan. She couldn’t speak; she couldn’t beg. She could only pant
     and cry out as his teeth bit down on her sensitive nub.
    He reached to the side and grabbed one of the pillows. “Lift up,” he said, although
     she barely heard him.
    She lifted her head, and he slid the pillow beneath it, giving her a bit of an incline.
     She watched in fascination as he moved upward and placed his cock right at her mouth.
     Melinda didn’t hesitate. She opened her lips, allowing him to press his thick rod
     into her mouth.
    He was hot and thick, his shaft pulsing against her tongue and lips. The salty taste
     of him filled her mouth as she sucked the precum from the tip. His groan encouraged
     her to continue, to become bolder, to take even more of him into her mouth.
    Her jaw ached as his cock stretched it wide. Her throat fought against the invading
     tip, but she forced it to relax. Her hips began to buck as her release built hard
     and fast. Erik sensed it and encouraged her to suck hard, to lick him like candy.
    Melinda groaned around his shaft as the beginning stirrings of her release began to
     take hold. Stars exploded behind her eyes just as Erik exploded in her mouth. She
     sucked harder, swallowing his warm cum, loving the taste as it filled her throat and
     mouth.
    Erik moaned and pulled his cock free just as the last throbs of her orgasm began to
     fade. He stared down at her in surprise and then smiled softly as he reached to pull
     the toy free.
    “This sweet little thing has taken a beating today, hasn’t it?” he asked.
    He palmed her pussy and she moaned, lifting herself toward his warm hand. With slow,
     gentle motions, he massaged her mound. If he kept that up, she’d want him again—or
     want sex again. She hadn’t had him yet.
    She closed her eyes as she began to struggle with how she’d behaved today. She’d let
     them do whatever they wanted. She’d become excited at the idea of toys being inserted
     and limbs being tied, and God help her, even the spanking had practically sent her
     into orbit.
    She never imagined she would enjoy this sort of stuff, but apparently she did.
    “God, I could take you again,” he growled as he moved down her body, putting his face
     between her thighs.
    Melinda sighed as he placed soft, featherlight kisses along her labia. Even now, after
     coming like she had, she wanted him again. She could feel her body coming alive once
     more. She tugged at the bindings but couldn’t free herself, and blood pounded through
     her veins with a deafening roar at the realization she was completely at his mercy.
    He placed a lingering kiss on her mound just above her clit and then pushed himself
     off the bed. Melinda gaped in shock.
    “What? Where are you going?”
    “To bed,” he replied, his lips lifting in a small, amused smile. “As should you. We
     have a long day tomorrow.” He turned to leave. “Sweet dreams.”
    Her mouth dropped open that he would start something and then just leave her. She
     tugged at the bindings and growled.
    “Erik! You forgot the…Damn it,” she snapped as she realized he wasn’t coming back.
    At least there was enough slack so that she could bring them down a little, allowing
     the blood to get back into her fingers. With another snarl of aggravation, she again
     tugged at the silk bindings and then sighed in resignation. It looked like she was
     tied up for the night.
    She stared at the ceiling wondering how the hell she’d found herself in this mess.
     Her brother for starters. Her need to bury herself in work for another. And if she
     were honest with herself, her snarling, bitchy attitude lately had