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second knot. Allowing him no time to
ponder the question, her fingers moved to his trousers. His cock stiffened more
than she’d believed possible against the imprisoning fabric.
    She shook her head slowly as she set about unfastening the
closures.
    “Your desire will accomplish that task.”
    She wriggled the garment past his hips and tugged it from
his body. His fully engorged shaft sprang free, lying heavy and erect against
the flat plane between his groin and his navel. A thatch of black hair nested
around his cock. Naked, his arms bound in place over his head, he strained
against the ribbon. A frustrated groan escaped his throat as the ribbon proved
a surprisingly effective restraint.
    Cathy grazed her fingertips over his belly, trailing lightly
to his cock. His arms stiffened as his low moan drifted through the chamber.
She leaned over him. Her tongue swept a slow circle on the head of his cock.
His body arched as though struck by a lightning bolt and he groaned again, the
sound deeper, more intense. A gleaming drop of liquid pearled at the tip.
Intrigued, she lapped at it with her tongue. His body shuddered at the contact,
his hips arching in a silent plea. Emboldened by the intensity of his reaction,
she brushed her tongue along the length of his shaft. Her hands cradled his
sac, gently kneading, caressing the firm globes with an instinctive awareness
that seemed to drive him to the brink of sanity.
    Writhing on the bed, he raised his hips. His lids closed,
his mouth drawn tight in an expression of pleasure and pain, he desperately
sought to intensify the contact between her lips and his swollen cock. “Good
God, what are you doing to me?” His voice, throaty and raw, kindled a sweet
warmth deep within her.
    She sat back on her heels, taking in the sight of him. Jason
was magnificent. The thick cords of sleek muscle banding his shoulders and
biceps tensed as he strained against the restraint. His hair was dark
everywhere, from his head to the thick patch surrounding his manhood. She ran
her fingers through the pelt on his chest and belly, easing her way back to the
curly nest between his legs.
    His engorged shaft throbbed with need. Need for her, she
thought with a surge of triumph. Cupping his balls in her hand, she took his
shaft into her mouth. The scent of him, the aroma of pure male musk, surrounded
her, spurring her on in her conquest.
    He nearly came off the bed as her mouth encased him. Hard,
hot steel, captured between her lips, fully at her mercy. He was now her
captive, not by virtue of the fragile binding she’d used to tie his hands, but
by his desperate thirst for the pleasure she would bestow upon him.
    She kneaded his balls while sucking his shaft gently. His
reaction to her touch told her the head was excruciatingly sensitive. Cathy
rounded her mouth, taking the swollen head between her lips, tormenting him
with the intimate caress.
    Every muscle in his body tensed wildly. A low roar of
ecstasy rumbled from his throat, unrestrained. He thrashed against the bed,
racked by powerful spasms of pleasure, until he lay spent and at her mercy.
    She untied the flimsy binding on his wrists, allowing the
ribbon to fall to the floor. She rolled onto her side and her breaths came
quietly. “Did I please you?”
    Jason’s low growl of satisfaction provided her answer. He
rolled from his back to his stomach and stretched contentedly, viewing her with
the heavy-lidded eyes of a well-satisfied male. “You required no instruction.
Your instincts could enslave a man.”
    Cathy flushed under his gaze. “I wanted to bring you
pleasure.”
    Lifting himself on his elbows, he looked away, fixing his
gaze on the porthole. She stroked his back. The muscles flexed beneath her
hands, warm steel melding to her touch. If only he’d turn to her. If only he’d
take her in his arms and kiss her senseless. Yet, in her heart, she knew that
wouldn’t be enough. She needed so much more.
    “Ancient mariners believed sea sirens