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I guessed she would say that. “I’m not so sure you’ll like me after,” I chuckled.

“We’ll see about that. I want to go as far as I can without truly breaking.”

A soft growl left me as I pushed her to the center of the garage. Pepper was dressed in black silk pajamas, her nipples hard beneath the fabric. I slowly circled until I came to a stop in front of her, tipping her chin up with a finger.

“Who am I?” I asked.

“Mine,” she whispered.

“And who are you?”

“Yours,” she said, her lashes fluttering as she started to fall into a submissive headspace. Over the last week, a ritual had started to form between us, and I loved it. We’d also tried out a few new things, such as rope play. “Yours to touch. Yours to use. Yours to fuck.”

“Good girl,” I praised. “You know your safe words.”

“I do. I trust you.”

“And I trust you.” I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers. “Strip until you’re naked.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She shivered, which reminded me I needed to run the space heaters for the garage. She started to strip as I turned one on, keeping my eyes on her.

Once she was naked, I went to the black bag I’d prepared and pulled out my rope and safety shears. The rope I’d picked out was bright pink, and I couldn’t wait to see Pepper bound up.

I walked up behind her, and she stiffened as I approached. I swept her hair behind her neck, kissing the curve gently.

Her breath hitched. “I want you,” she murmured.

“I know.”

The ropes slid over her skin, neon pink cupping her breasts in a diamond pattern as I tied her into a harness. She whimpered, her eyelashes batting as I moved her like a doll wherever I needed her, raising her limbs. The sound of the hemp sliding over flesh, her raspy breaths and occasional stifled whimpers—it created its own erotic rhythm, a song written by two of us.

Melody and lyrics.

“Don’t be afraid to moan,” I told her as I created a pattern down her stomach, knuckles grazing her. “Spread your legs.”

She parted them as she pushed her fingers through my hair. “I love the way you touch me.”

I smiled. She didn’t know what I had planned for her yet, and that comment brought me an immense amount of excitement.

Especially knowing what I was going to do to her.

I finished the body harness, and then took a step back to look over her. Her legs remained parted for me.

“Good,” I said. “Turn around.”

She turned around slowly, giving me a perfect view of her ass. Bruises were still healing from last Sunday, although most of them had faded into a mottled yellow and pink.

“Do you remember your safe word?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said. “Always.”

“Good girl.”

I left her standing there, going into the bag I brought with me. I rummaged through to find the blindfold. The moment my fingers brushed silk, I pulled it out, and then crept slowly behind her, every step measured. The tension in the room thickened, the calm before the storm. I knew she was fighting the urge to turn around to look at me.

“You're so obedient,” I teased.

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