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She watched his face and shoulders relax as he was resigned to his fate.

"OK. Still playing along," he muttered.

Her nails made contact with his skin and she dragged her way down his chest and through his course pubic hair, reveling in the sense of power she felt as she straddled him.

Her slender fingers gripped the base of his cock and slowly slid up the length.

He bucked against the headboard, pulling it away from the wall. The crash it made as it bounced against the wall again reminded her of his strength. But breaking a tie would take some major momentum that she doubted he could get.

Raising up on her knees, she flipped her hair out of her face and reached behind her for the clasp on her bra. She let it slide down her arms and tossed it off the bed as she watched him.

"If I remember correctly, you said you would be my sub. This doesn't exactly fit that, Riss."

She grinned. "I said this weekend, babe. It's not the weekend."

He scowled. "Fine."

Her hands rested at the button on her jeans, teasing him for a moment before she undid it and slid them down her hips, along with her panties.

When she was naked, she moved so she was aligned with his cock, but she didn't let him in. Not yet. Instead, she used her hand to drag his rigid length along her opening.

"God-fucking-damn-it, Marissa. You have no idea how much trouble you're in when I break free."

With a grin, she pivoted and swung away from him to slide off the bed.

"Be right back," she said with a little wave. As she left the room, she made sure to put a little extra wiggle in her walk.

In the kitchen, she looked around for something to drink. She poured a glass of white wine and leaned against his counter sipping it.

After a few minutes, she topped her glass off and moved down the hall to the massive bedroom, figuring Lance was growing tired of her little game.

Her heart skipped a beat as she opened the door. The bed was empty.

A thick hand closed around her throat and a second hand pulled her wine glass from her hand.

"It looks like your knot tying skills are getting a little rusty, babe," he growled in her ear.

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