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what you want?” he asked, fighting his restraints. “Or is this some perverse punishment?”
    “You can stop me whenever you want, Rossini.”
    She pressed down. He slid inside her. He filled her so easily. Her mind centered on the waves of pleasure he was creating at her center.
    “No . . .” he gasped. “I can’t. I’m beyond stopping you do anything.” His back arched.
    Tahima withdrew from him, leaving him bereft of her warmth.
    He strained to reach her. “Please . . .”
    She slammed down on him so he stabbed the pleasure building deep within her. Then again.
    His buttocks left the ground to pound her and as he filled her, she withdrew again. He moaned. For several seconds, she kept their only contact on the tip of his dancing cock.
    Then she clenched her knees against his hips. “Prick-tease on a power trip you said.”
    “Tahima . . .”
    She slammed back down on him. She could feel her orgasm building. Her nipples hardened beneath the material rubbing them. She needed his lips on them. Teasing them. His teeth nipping and tasting . . . The thought nearly blasted her over the edge.
    She rose off him, watching his face, letting her desire ebb before she climaxed too soon. His eyes were open, wet. He knew what she was doing. He was helpless to stop her.
    “I could leave you like this,” she said.
    “Don’t.”
    “How many women have you teased this way?” She pressed down on him so the question wouldn’t distract him too much, then she eased away.
    “ Fuck , Tahima.”
    She slid down his long shaft, letting his cock hit the point that would send her soaring if she wasn’t careful. “How many?”
    “I don’t know . . . Three, maybe four.”
    “Is this how you made them feel?” She began to pull away but he stayed with her, his torso launching into the air. “Totally controlled . . . utterly desperate.”
    “Please, I can’t . . .”
    She countered the pressure, on top, around him, squeezing him on all sides.
    He came. She pushed harder, his seed spurting warm inside her. The head of his cock pierced the knot of pleasure deep at her core and she exploded. Her muscles contracted around him, forcing him to greater heights as pleasure whiplashed through her body. Her whole being condensed to a single point of sensation that quivered against the pulsating cock filling her. She savored the ebbing ecstasy. As he began to contract inside her, she slid off him.
    His whole body was quivering, straining his stretched muscles beyond endurance. She moved to his feet and released the leg iron chain from the karabiner, then did the same for his cuffed hands. He instantly curled onto his right side, gasping for breath, his cheek pressed against the warm rock, his eyes wild and lost.
    “Stay with me,” he whispered.
    Tahima was tempted. She wanted to snuggle inside his cuffed arms and drift off in a warm, fuzzy haze. Then she remembered who he was and knew she could not. Gian Rossini could destroy her in a way Stephen had not. She needed to finish this. Put space between them.
    “Get dressed.”
    He used his stomach muscles to pull himself up into a sitting position. His expression was a picture of polite confusion. He shook his cuffed hands at her.
    Tahima sighed. “Do you need to relieve yourself?”
    He smiled tightly. “Did that earlier.”
    Thank God. She picked up the stun gun, his underwear, boots and pants, and then found the key chain. “Legs first. Lie back.”
    She unlocked the leg irons and inspected the bruising around his ankles, pleased to see the skin was unbroken.
    He lifted his hips for her as she dressed him. “A man could get used to this,” he said when her fingers brushed his balls. “I’m beginning to feel the attraction.”
    She realized he was calling a truce. She eyed his smug face with amusement. “Having control is nice, too,” she admitted.
    “This role reversal is a revelation.” His eyes crinkled, his anger gone like a passing storm.
    Tahima didn’t imagine it was