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    My gaze went from Killian to the handcuffs a few more times as he approached me,

    “You haven’t answered me yet, mydy,” He said.

    Ever so polite. Ever so demanding.

    Not a statement but a question.

    A small part of my brain wanted to say no, but the other, bolder part wanted to try anything and everything this man had to offer.

    I had been sent to that tower in chains, so my first experience with them had been dreadful. I had seen plenty get disciplined by the Bureau and sent to jail as well.

    But I had never been cuffed to the bed and screamed at somebody’s name.

    “Or are you having second thoughts about going rough?” Killian asked in a teasing tone.

    No way.

    I wanted to maintain the delusion that I was still in charge, that a piece of metal wouldn’t scare ime/i.

    So despite my brain ring warning signals, I heard myself say.

    “Yes”

    He nodded thoughtfully and began to put them away, but I hastily added.

    “No, I mean iwe /ican go ahead with it”

    A smirk lit up his entire face, and he replied. “Thought so”

    Killian had climbed the bed and tied my hands to the headboard in ino /itime. He had also ensured that my hands stayed as far away from each other as

    possible.

    When I looked at him with a questioning nce, he answered my unasked question.

    “The imore /ipain, the more pleasure”

    Goosebumps prickled my skin as he settled between my legs, a knowing look on his face.

    “Your arousal smells wonderful, do you iknow /ithat mydy?” He asked, and I felt myself tremble with need.

    He was being rough but also peppering me with affection. This was an odd mix of emotions and it was doing wild things to me.

    I shook my head as he lowered his head and took a long, deep breath to inhale my scent. Somehow, I panicked and closed my legs but he growled.

    “Don’t rob me of this” and ced both his hands on my knees to push me wide open.

    His words were both a plea and an order.

    His head dipped, and his tongue brushed against the inside of my thigh. I wrestled against the handcuffs as if on cue to make his tongue stroke the sensitive flesh instead of my thighs.

    Killian had pulled away already as if he knew I would have this reaction and wanted to torture me.

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    Iwas on the edge of bliss already but he wanted to draw it out, wanted me to beg for it.

    His eyes said so.

    But I only mped my mouth shut as if in silent protest to his action. Killian cocked an

    eyebrow and mumbled.

    “Lets see how long can you keep that mouth shut”

    And then without wasting a second his mouth was on my clit. The first brush of his tongue was already wanting me to leap out of my bounds and cling to

    him.

    My legs trembled so he held them apart with his hands and began devouring me. And his torturous assault began.

    I squeezed my eyes shut as he thrust his tongue inside me, each strokenguid and measured to draw out a response he desired.

    My hands were holding the headboard with a deathly grip and I could feel the cold metal pressing against my palms.

    The cufflinks were digging into my wrist and I suddenly realized it was a bad idea to get cuffed, not because I didn’t want him to draw out the orgasm but because I had robbed myself from the pleasure of touching him.

    I could only see his bare back as he grunted and growled against my skin, his mouth bringing me to the point of euphoria only to pull back at the exact second I would tip over.

    I wrestled and moaned, I writhed and cried his name so many times, I lost count. My voice was hoarse from all the shouting and moaning and I was barely aware of the udylike sounds I was making.

    Thankfully, we were in his chambers where there was nobody except him and I.

    The more he thrust his tongue inside me, the more I ached to have him buried inside of me. Not just his mouth, but his hard length.

    My gaze dipped to the bulge in his pants and my mouth salivated.

    “Please”

    I begged and I could see his length straining against his pants, wanting to spring free.

    “After you manage to hit me on the castle ground.” He said without missing a beat and grabbed my ankles to throw my legs over his shoulders.

    My head bumped against the headboard yet again as he roughly pulled and pushed until he had hauled me up a little and I quickly crossed my legs behind his neck for a better grip

    I was almost floating in the air instead of lyingfortably on the bed.

    “And now you are going toe until you can’t” He said in a dangerously seductive voice.

    I sucked in a breath, but nothing could have prepared me for the way he sucked before nibbling at my flesh, drawing out an animalistic moan from my

    throat.

    “Killian!!” I screamed and I couldn’t help but shiver in part pain part pleasure as he wrung out an orgasm from me.

    I wanted to take a moment to breathe, to feel something other than embarrassment at the thought ofing all over his face.

    But he didn’t give me time to process either of it!

    I barely felt the orgasm fading and my muscles loosening before he was already getting me worked up.

    Holy hell!

    I was a mess of moans and cries and I was surprised at how well my body reacted to his demands. I had not had enough btime /bbto /bbrx /band bwould /bbhave /b

    never imagined that my body could get worked up so soon.

    But it was proving me wrong and I could feel my muscles clench already. This was insane.

    He kept biting and fucking me with his mouth mercilessly. My legs were shaking, and my core was trembling with need.

    I was covered in a thin coat of sweat, but he was not in the mood of allowing me any respite.

    “Killian, please”

    I cried out his name for probably the hundredth time. And he realized I wanted him to go even rougher.

    His hands gripped my ass tightly as blinding pleasure coupled with pain almost clouded my visioni. /iI was surrounded by a haze of lust and desire, of want and greed and Killian was the provider.

    A second orgasm was building inside of me as he knew the exact spot to suck and lick. My body responded feverishly as he groaned and flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud until I can’t hold back anymore.

    He knew the exact moment I was about toe and encouraged me with onest stroke that drove me over the edge.

    I couldn’t move anymore, and my body went limp in his hold as he proceeded to lick me clean. My eyelids fluttered and I couldn’t think anything except that if he tried to wreck me one more time, I might just die.

    He realized that as well, so he gently patted my thigh and kissed my ankle before slowly lowering my legs to ce them on the bed.

    I was vaguely aware of how he freed me of the cufflinks or how he got a warm towel from the bathroom and some water to wipe me clean.

    I wanted to pull him in the bed, to snuggle beside him, but he warned.

    “Remember, don’t bete for practice tomorrow.”

    AD