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And she did touch him, everywhere, driving him insane.

Closing her eyes, she felt the ecstasy build, while she moved up and down, sometimes a little slowly, and then faster as she felt the tremors begin.

Soon she was able to direct her own orgasm and came with a loud cry.

He was thrusting wildly underneath her, lost in a haze. But he stilled as soon as he felt her internal muscles clenching him tightly with her climax, driving him over the edge. He found his own climax with an unrestrained roar that sounded untamed and primitive to her ears.

She collapsed on top of him and held him as his body trembled and shuddered in jerks.

After their bodies calmed down, she looked into his eyes, “So worth the wait,” she said softly and kissed him gently on his lips.

Samrat was still trying to catch his breath and wrap his head around what had happened.

Meantime, Mahi got up in a daze and cleaned him before covering him with a blanket. Then staggering back to her room, she fell on the bed and slept like the dead.

CHAPTER 16

The next morning Mahi woke up when she heard Samrat’s voice calling her out loudly. She blinked when she saw the bright sunlight and the ocean through the windows.

“Oh shit! I totally forgot to release him.”

She ran into the main bedroom and was shocked to see an elderly woman, dressed in really bright clothes, holding a large box in her hand, staring in fascination at Samrat, who was still tied up to the bed posts.Thank god I cleaned and covered him!

“Hello, can I help you?” Mahi asked the woman.

The lady peeled her eyes away from Samrat and smiled at Mahi.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt. I’m Alanna, the owner of the vacation house. I just came to welcome you guys, and to drop off some banana bread and other treats. I didn’t think you would be home, and I knocked several times before coming in. I won’t be disturbing you anymore.”

“Uhh okay. Thank you,” said Mahi, taking the cake pan and other boxes from the lady’s hand and escorting her out to the dining area.

“Whew! He’s one sexy beast. You are a very lucky young woman. I can see that you found the toy chest. Have fun and call me on my phone if you have any questions… about the vacation home,” said the lady, winking conspiratorially.

Amused, Mahi went back to Samrat who looked at her furiously.

“I’m so sorry, Samrat. I totally forgot. I was so tired after we—” she broke off giggling seeing his morning arousal tenting the blankets.

“Release me,” he ordered roughly.

Samrat’s deep scratchy morning voice sent tingles through her body. She wondered in amusement whether he would appreciate it, if she were to suggest round two while he was still handcuffed.

She went towards the bed posts and tried to figure out how to work the small latch to open the velvet lined handcuffs.

“Stop glaring at me. You’re making me nervous. And come to think of it, the whole thing was actually funny. Alanna must be at least seventy years old and she called you a sexy beast. Thank god, I was on time. The way she was eying you—” she broke off with a grin.

When she figured out and opened the handcuff on one of his hands, she quickly moved far away from the bed. Samrat used his free hand to open the other handcuff. And when both his hands were freed, he flexed them and winced when the blood rushed through them. Then he looked at her quietly.

She felt a little nervous, but she still maintained a grin. “Ooh I like that bad boy smoldering look you are giving me, Mr. Samrat Reddy.”

He threw away the blankets and sat up slowly on the bed. And then he placed his feet on the floor, but didn’t get up. He was watching her all the while with a hooded expression.

“You’ll see very soon, how bad I can get. Now, come here,” he ordered her gruffly.

“Why?”

“Come closer.”

She fidgeted a little. “Samrat… it’s very late in the morning. It’s actually almost noon. Let’s grab some breakfast first—”

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