CHAPTER 28: Maggie
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“Tying me up? No. You can’t do that.” Maggie had never been tied up. She’d never wanted to be tied up. She wiggled but he had ahold of her wrists, keeping her face against the cushion.
“Yes. I can.” He secured the restraint. “How’s that feel?”
She felt helpless and horny. The ache between her legs was almost pain. She needed release and she couldn’t even take care of it herself. She was at his mercy.
He leaned over her again, filling her world with his heat, his scent, his body. “Too tight?”
“I don’t know about this.” She tested her wrists. The bindings were secure but didn’t bite into her skin.
“I do.” He kissed her neck, his mouth hot and wet and then he nipped her.
She gasped but his tongue soothed the sting, making her melt like ice cream in the ove
