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One of the legs of the tripod contraption thing rested on the carpet six inches or so from my face and I blinked and tried to focus on it in the wavering candlelight.

“Here we go baby,” he warned me, and the ropes across the front of my body grew taut, pinching slightly in places, as I was hoisted off of the plush carpet to dangle helplessly a foot or two off of the floor.

“Oh, shit!” I bit off as he grunted and worked to tie things off to keep me suspended there.

“You good?” he asked, checking with me.

“Yeah!” I said breathlessly. “Wow!”

He laughed at that, and then his hands were smoothing over my body, fingers slipping under ropes, running along in places to make sure I wasn’t pinching or rubbing in any one place too badly.

Then his fingers were at the crack of my ass, touching much more intimately, and I moaned, writhing just a bit, trying to get closer to that touch – but that was futile. He put his thumb against my asshole and dipped his fingers into my wetness at the entrance to my cunt.

“Oh, God!” I uttered, somewhere between a whisper and a gasp as he played with my body, reaching an arm under me to palm my breast, pinching a nipple between his fingers, and rolling it back and forth, putting a sweet torsion on it.

“You like that?” he asked me, and he wouldn’t give up asking me until I told him – “Yes!”

“You have such a pretty tight little pussy, baby. Such a beautiful little asshole, too. You think you could ever take me in your ass? Would that be something you would let me do?” he asked, and I thewayhe made it sound – so decadent, sodirty. I would let him do whatever he wanted to do to me.

“Yes,” I said, my body already starting to quiver against my bonds as he worked fingers in and out of me, teasing me with my own wetness, grazing my clit with gentle fingertips, swirling around it, patiently, slowly, working me into nothing short of a desperate frenzy.

The sounds that poured from my mouth and throat were sounds that I could hardly believe were coming fromme, but Hangman had that effect on me. When he put his mouth to my body, plunging his tongue inside me, I didn’t knowhowI held it together.

I didn’t, honestly, for very long…

I came, screaming, against his hand, his other hand buried in the ropes at my back, holding me in place for the strong thrusts of his fingers and once I was mid-orgasm, he moved his hand away from my pussy, pulled back on the ropes and set me to wildly swinging, making me squeal in absolute giddy fucking delight.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Hangman…

The delighted shriek and high-pitched giggle she let out when I started her to swinging did something to unburden my soul of a weight that I didn’t even know it carried. I stopped her, giggling and laughing, and walked on my knees to position myself behind her as she just laughed and laughed…

That laugh turned into a moan when I introduced my cock into her. I started at a slow and easy pace, getting her used to me, but she surprised me whenshewas the one to beg me,“Harder.”

I gripped the ropes at her hips and pulled her back onto me, and I didn’t spare her. She cried out, but it was a good sound, as I drove myself into her. Feral sounds of pleasure poured from her throat, drowned out by the roll of thunder overhead, as the lightning strobed outside the bedroom windows.

I lost myself in her, pulling her back onto me, thrusting forward with my hips to meet every backward pull on the ropes, our flesh slapping together the likes to put a porno to shame, but she was just eating it up. Desperate to have my dick go as deep as it could go and then some.

It was rough, it was primal, it was deep and fulfilling, and it was really fucking hard to hold off coming until I’d wrung another orgasm out of her.

She jerked in her bonds and shuddered, crying out andfuck,God, oh, yes!There it was and there would be no holding back. I spilled inside of her, thrusting deep, losing rhythm, and pulling her back onto me until she cried out in something a little less than pleasure and a little more toward pain.

I immediately backed off and pulled out, rushing to lower her down and get her out of her bonds, glad I’d done quick-release knots in every place that I could.

I rubbed life back into her limbs and told her to move slowly, to not rush things, and she was such a good girl, doing exactly as I told her when I told her to do it. So trusting and so sweet. I pulled her into my lap and held her close and she wrapped her arms around me and cuddled into my chest.

“Thank you,” she breathed into my ear and I pulled back.

“For what?” I asked softly as lightning flashed and lit up her face which had this wry little smile on it.

“For hurting me so good and taking such tender care of me afterward,” she said.

I cocked my head, her words somehow thrilling even as they were a little sad.

“I love you, Sweetpea,” I murmured, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

She held onto me tight, and when I was sure I could do it, I got to my feet with her in my arms and moved us into the bed. She laughed and kissed me, and I kissed her back, checking her over in the soft candlelight, making sure that I hadn’t given her any rope burn or left any bruising.

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