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“What’s the point of this?”

“Do I need a point other than I enjoy having a naked sub tied to my bed?”

She wanted to scream. He was being too calm.

“I didn’t agree to be your sub until the party.”

“Party’s starting early. Now stop fighting me or I’ll leave you there all day.”

She glared. “You fucking wouldn’t.”

She closed her eyes as soon as she said it because she knew damn well he would. The bastard had done it before.

Of course, he’d spent most of that day fucking her, so it hadn’t been terrible. She had a feeling that wasn’t his intention today.

When she opened her eyes, he was standing in front of her, arms folded.

“Why?” she asked, jerking at the rope.

“I wanted you to wake up and understand that you’re a submissive again. It needed to be the first thing on your mind. Keep up the attitude and I’ll make sure it’s the only thing on your mind.”

Submissiveness was far from the only thing on her mind. She was also contemplating creative ways to murder him when she got free.

“Get up on your knees and put your hands on the back of your head,” he ordered calmly.

“Bite me,” she said.

He shrugged. “OK.” His hand fisted into her hair and forced her head to the side as he bent toward her. Teeth sank into her tender flesh and she cried out. His free hand forced its way between her legs and found her clit. He rubbed in gentle circles as she squirmed to escape the arousing touch.

He planted one knee on the bed and used her hair to lay her down. She clamped her legs together, but he used his knee to force them apart. When her legs were spread wide enough, he forced two fingers inside her tight pussy and fucked her. Soon she was on the edge of an orgasm, begging and pleading with him to touch her clit again and send her over. He pulled his hand free and stretched his body on top of hers.

“Do as your told, or I’ll keep you horny and on the brink of an orgasm until Sunday,” he hissed in her ear. “Up on your fucking knees now.”

Her pussy was soaked and she knew he would make good on his threat so she rose up and slowly put her hands on the back of her head, locking her fingers and jutting her elbows out to the side.

Her heavy breathing had her tits moving up and down.

Lance slid his hand between her legs again. “Better. Now don’t fucking move. I’m going to move breakfast to the living area. If you’re still in position when I get back, I’ll make you come, and we’ll eat. If you’re not…” he trailed off and lifted one shoulder in a shrug.

Still feeling defiant, she refused to answer him, so he gathered the food he’d unloaded onto the dresser and moved into the other room. She was sure he was taking his slow sweet time, but she stayed where she was because her pussy throbbed and she wanted relief.

Her racing angry mind was also starting to calm, and she could feel herself slipping into the submissive role she’d been purposely fighting.

When he came back and stood in front of her, she started to lower her aching arms, but he shook his head. “Don’t move.”

He cupped her pussy, which felt like it had to be dripping, and slid one finger inside. The heel of his hand pressed into her clit as he added one more finger, curling them inside her. She squeezed her eyes shut as her legs trembled and she ground into his palm.

“Hmm. I do love the way your cunt feels in my hand. As much as I want to drag this out, I don’t want our food to get cold, so come for me, Riss.”

He worked his hand against her clit and pumped his fingers in and out of her. When she got a little wobbly, his free hand wrapped around her and held her steady. “Come, kitten,” he urged again.

Had he not been holding her up, she would have collapsed when the orgasm crashed through her. Her arms dropped and wrapped around his neck as she shuddered through the onslaught.

He moved to where her ankle was tied and made quick work of the knots.

He tossed her a short silk robe as she climbed off the bed. Slipping it on, she followed him to the couch where he sat and motioned for her to sit on the floor in front of the coffee table. They ate breakfast together and talked quietly about the day ahead of them.

“We’ll work until four-thirty and then we’ll go meet some friends for dinner.”

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